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I walked across the park, Feeling the grass under my feet The sun warm on my skin, The sky so blue and neat... The breeze blew gently on m..

Turned to a golden brown before falling from the cold and bare frown. The dying air grew dark and gray, the scent of woodsmoke sinks red disk. Bla..

Like the wax of melted candles, I've learned and grown up so much, I've let go of things and have gained more insight, all my experiences, mol..

A sweet refrain of crickets Echoes the sultry morn. A blue silk scarf kisses my flesh gently. The heat clung to my skin, And the smell of barb..

Thy keen-edged blade, Sits naked in its sharpness No armour can withstand its strike, Nor shield nor mask withstand its glance. With open eyes..

In the pages of Geeta, I found you You are the one with the peacock feather in your hair, the one who played the divine flute whose sound soothe..

I was once round and plump People used to take me and eat me without a second thought. I never held a grudge, no matter how people treated me. ..

The stars were my cradle My womb the black void. I heard the screams of life and destruction I felt the fires of rage and ambition I saw the tea..

Sometimes, I wonder if there's more to the shadows in this Greenwich alley. a hint of danger lurking nearby, like a ghost from that River Thames. ..

The streets littered with the aftermath of battle. The stench of war and the fog of destruction fill my lungs as I walk. Passing by pubs and f..