nothing is as beautiful as working hands . more wonderful are the eyes of child waiting for chocolate. even more mesmerising is watching so "I don't want to miss a thing "
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nothing is as beautiful as working hands . more wonderful are the eyes of child waiting for chocolate. even more mesmerising is watching so "I don't want to miss a thing "
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Blue
My veins are blue, my heart a deeper hue. I burst in ultraviolet in private, I'm indigo in the presence of strangers, black to the naked eye unless you come close enough to discern the difference.
But beware, what seems cool in the distance is actually a coal burning from years of stoking, mined from the depths of a cavernous mind with a ravenous heart. The heat that warms will eventually singe the skin off your palms.
It is the verse of poetry that brings about calm but it is also the blooming rose bleeding through your pristine white pocket on the left where it is always right.
It is the comforting Prussian blue velvet splattered with stars, it is also the shade of the sea in the storm, the last thing you remember before drowning in the magnificence of nature.
My veins are blue, my heart a deeper hue. Before you decide your favourite colour, remember that there are various gradients to blue.
Yeh Dil Sun Raha Hai; If I had my way, I'd be swathed from head to toe in petals, an explosion of the colors of nature so I can leave a trail of intoxicating fragrance in my wake, not to entice, but mesmerize your senses the way you have mine. I try to live like a rose. roses are aware of the transient nature of beauty, their existence is a gift and they don't forget where they came from. When the time comes, they will fade and fall to the earth as seeds and the cycle begins again. But the memory of their scent lives on in the lives they have touched. I try to live like a rose, knowing that when my time comes, I will go back to where I came from with the hope that those I have touched will remember the story of my scent more than the tale of my beauty. #journal #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #prosepoetry #brokenpoet #igwriters #igpoets #2amfeels
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