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This evening,
Sun is little hazy!
So is my mind,
A little confusing,
Little crazy!
Sitting at the windowpane,
With my silent oceanic eyes,
Staring at the tree,
With traces of seasonal ice,
Sun has started dawning,
The mist will fade away,
Flowers will blossom!
Fruits will fill the basket!
Cheer will return to streets!
There will be parties n treats!
I am alone like a thorn!
If any flower will part with me,
Or I will continue to mourn!
Every tickle of the needle,
Explaining present, past n future,
My needle of life tickling,
With many conjecture,
My thoughts have become,
A little caricature,
I want to return,
To my original faith,
Faith of loving otherness!
And a little amateur!!!
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Poetry.com 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
Ismet Özce More than 1 year ago
nice poem.
Jimmy Paki More than 1 year ago
i really liked it
AJ Winters 3 months ago
What I took from this is that you sometimes need to stop and take a deep breath. Because the world can be so bright on the darkest days. I think it needs a little work, but I know none of us are perfect, especially me. Haha great work I love it
Kevin Putnam More than 1 year ago
the flow in the beginning is amazing
Loralee Burry More than 1 year ago
Aaron Garner More than 1 year ago
I especially liked the 'silent oceanic eyes', paints a dramatic picture. Thanks for sharing.
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