Fading away in the time cycles, Long forgotten yet still dearer, An image of my younger self, Exists within deep pockets of a tattered purse. Thank you for holding on together, Taking me to an old period, Of memories I cut from my soul, With a ribs bone I sharpened to...
The mane of marigold hues falls on earth, Tinting life with joy and jauntiness. Not for once the source shows its face, Shying away from the mainstream. How would it be, If it is a mortal? Everyday reminding dependants Of their powerlessness. Four-leaved clover, Glad!...
A top floor door that opens to outpour. Who would see her drench in the summer rain? The birds that flew northwest would be sleeping in the nest. Silver owls hoot gracefully scanning dead of night. Footprints of frogs near the drain hole. Dancing insects under the lit...
Fella, this summer makes no difference; Her prayer beads will roll. Make a difference in her life; Visit her before the winter calls. Boxes comes in many shapes, Some for clothes, Some for cereals, Some for Christians, Some for everything else. – Emily...
When every story ends, There will be a beginning, Then, you and I will sleep Under the soil’s coverlet. Oceans will remember, Melodies of your soul, That once made meaningless mornings, A poet’s desk. – Emily...
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