During the early hours of eventide, in the season of winter, The last leaf that was tethered to a bough in vain did wither, My wizened face having witnessed all…
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Deep within the cobbled alleyways of my mind, Past memories lurk and pulsate in ways unkind, Layer by layer accumulating dust, They crumble and gnaw causing my mind to rust,…
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RAINBOW! When a medley of colors lights up the sky, The somber clouds recede and slowly die. The trajectory of every color uniquely paints the firmament with glee, Analogous to…
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During the wintry days, harsh and cold, I can feel thee in the lingering smell of the cozy quilt as it’s unrolled. During the quiet moonlit nights, with shadows…
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Life is analogous to a game of chess, We are mere players along with others, Every move we make has consequences, We have to learn from the inferences. Winning…