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the_frozenn_heart
Ebullient 8teen Desire to enlighten the world with the ink of my poetries❤
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the_frozenn_heart 3d
Amour
Attire of emotions
awake when I try to
adhere mine heart with his
ardent soul, knitting the
ambitions of my breathe
a fabric of promise
altogether we sew.
Belief
Barely alive is my
Blissfully chaotic heart
blowing the fiction, and
blood flowing in my veins
blinks hope twice a day to
believe in my kismet
braided by dandelions.
Callous
Clouds paint ocean with the
colour of dusky dawn
capturing our lost love &
creating a fable of
cathartic heartbreak to
collapse us forever,
constantly stabbing us.
Dowry
Drenched in greediness of
dauntless superstition
delusion & demise is
dashed in her subtle eyes,
despite she awaits for
death to embrace her, as
despairing life she lives.
Entity
Existence of your life
escape from shattered past
entwining the chords of
eloquence and courage.
Evaluating your dreams
education explore
enthral identities.
Flashback
Fortune interrupts the
fusion of scarlet hearts
fetching the darkness, where
frosty flannel of
frozen heart melts down to
fabricate empire of
fleeting reminiscence.
Gaiety
giving selflessly and
galvanising smiles with
galores of kindness,
glowing every soul with
grace of infinite joy &
germinating seeds of
gracious and mellow days.
Heartbreak
horizons sink under
hibernating hearts which
hurts and aches with much
hatred, envy and pain.
Hiding in veil of smile
he blooms me for a while, but
he leaves me fragile.
Imperfections
It was my flaws not an
implicit beauty of
illusions, slowly which
I embellished on my
imperfectly perfect soul
in spite of hiding them
I adorn blemishes.
Juxtapose
Jostled with my own palm lines
journey of halcyon starts
juggling my courage to
join the humanity &
joust false practice to
juggle sanctity where
jinx of self love is myth.
Kalopsia
Knitting two sojourn hearts
kindled with emotions,
kleptomania flumps and
kindly unravel the
knots from spindle of love,
kissing the beauty of
kindred betrayal I faced.
Labyrinth
Leap of faith oozing from
lethargic hustle of
life, where I startle & get
lost in enigmas of
love, trying to climb the
ladder of success, I
live with my ambitions.
Meditation
My mortal soul fell in
manifestation of
mending inner peace by
means of meditation.
Mastering my conscience
morales of life has
meted my tranquility.
Nostalgia
Nestled to the ballad of
nineties, clasp of past
notch the curtain of my
nights and nightmares where
naive was I to discern,
nourishment of home was
needed for present joy.
Obedience
Obliged to the ethics
optimism float towards
opportunities with
orchard of compliance.
Outing benevolence
over solitude to
obstinate fallacy.
Poetry
Poets bleed metaphors
painting melancholy,
promises and tears with
proses of burnt letters.
Poetry breathes trust
pumps faith gently and fuels
pain to the burning heart.
Quintessence
Quill of politeness do
quench the impertinent
quality of humans,
quipping wisdom to the
quotation of manners
quickly adjoining the
quintessence of clarion.
Renaissance
Reincarnation of us
rely on heavens, to
reinstate our 'forever'.
Revival of our love
rejuvenate smiles to
reconcile our parched lips.
Retrospect vanishes.
Serenity
Sapphire sky rejoice the
shades of morning glory,
sombre sunset sinks in
saffron syllables of
sanguine euphony and
smiling sunrise lit up
shores of the ecstasy.
Time
Today isn't eternal
tomorrow never comes
try to follow your dreams
treasure them in your eyes
tightly hold each other
together draw paths, for
time is unstoppable.
Universe
Under the neon sky we
unite some galaxies
unraveling stardust
unwinding the comets
utopian meteors hold
'us' in space of fiction
underneath universe.
Vehement
Valiantly fighting for
victory of efforts
via the staircase of the
vivacious dreams inside
vision of my heart, with
valour in my veins and
vehemence in my work.
Wonder/wander
Wondering about dreams
we skipped reality
withering our vision.
Wandering in the sky
we adjured to the paths
woven by destiny
whetting every season.
Xenas
Xenial and powerful
xenogogue of life
xper in many aspects
xenodochy's artist
xoanon resembles her
xesturgy of bonds she
xmplifies silently.
Youth
Youngsters of nation who
yields hardwork and courage
yearning for bright future.
You yourself are the pride,
Yokel representing
youth of our skewed nation.
Yes I'm talking 'bout us.
Zinnia
Zephyr kissing petals
zillionth time today with
zeal in its fragrance. I
zoom at the beauty of
zinnia silently from
zenith of my essence.
Zest blooms mellifluously.
Highly inspired from @redolent_smile 's post (alphabets for my doldrums) ~dekho tumhare wajah se pod mil gaya
#life #wod #pleiadespoem
#cees_soj_chall maybe this piece exceeds more lines
@love_whispererr, @sangfroid_soul and @jerry_21 you are inspiration
@mirakee my first pod... This is still unbelievable thank you so much
@writersnetwork thank you so much
When I opened mirakee today, Pleiades poem was in trending mujhe bhi icha hui likhne ki -
the_frozenn_heart 1w
My heart has been melting into the colosseum of reminiscence like the coarse glaciers of Kashmir from the day I first met you and it's been aeons now that my futile hopes have reclined on the arms of your exalted breathes turning the storms of souvenir into the abode of dew.
I've been waiting, yes I've been waiting from so long, for that emollient sunrise which you and me could embrace together but the darkness of this amiable nights no more leaves me unlike you. And I'm afraid, I'm afraid of my own self not you, not even the darkness, for I'm unable to change my feelings and the direction to which they're headed. No matter how hard I try but nothing seems to work and my each possibility turns into an unfavorable outcome.
'You can fall right out of the sky and end up living in a place called memories' this very thought stabs the last ounce of my strength everyday and the rotten pieces of my shattered courage hold your morals and throws me away. If only I would've followed my heart once, if only I would've pulled you a little closer towards me, if only I would've know how much you meant to me at least I would've understood the worth of our love. I failed terribly and you turned away from me, even the mirror is scared of reflecting the greediness leaking out of my scorched bones, even the lakes are scared to reflect the beast within me so how should I expect a lovely person like you to turn this beast into a human....
Letting you go was like pouring my soul out of my body but the faith of your love still beats in the voids of my heart and I'll try to become someone who is needed.
//I've been the artist of breaking heart and thus I need to learn the art of letting go//
I just wish "if I could ever meet you whether it is another world or another birth, I'll wait for you..."
~Purva D
@redolent_smile @love_whispererr @fromwitchpen @zoya_charmz
@writersnetwork honestly I don't know why I tagged you!.
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the_frozenn_heart 1w
There's a home of happiness
on the outskirts of persistence
where echoes the mélange of love
as the courtesy of frame
shatters into 2 n 1/2 pretty smiles
and the florid walls are painted by
the wavelength of tangerine rust
oozing out of mine and her collar bone.
And a room of poetry pounds
inside the chest of my broken heart
where the first drop of my last wound
leaks out of window
colouring the wilted rose carmine red.
And the courtyard of sinew
instill sanguinity on the ceiling
with drawers full of dreams
to squirt the diluted nostalgia
out of my fathomless brain.
A zephyr of lost exuberance
slides past thy counterpart
squirting the saturated dust
from the off-white envelope,
my heart pounds in my hands
and tears dribble on my cheeks
as the sapphire ink polishes
the confession of love
which she scribbled 6 January's back
which she engraved on metallic staircase,
so that one day my lips could read them
and retaliate love for love instead of hate.
Now my eyelashes are concealed with dust
craving for the affection this place holds.
There's are a place called home
sculpted by my mother,
with all 20 corners decorated by her diligent hands.
And I'm still breathing there...
~Purva D
Wishing you Happiest Birthday Mummy... May your life shine with the rainbows of success❤️ love you so much
@redolent_smile @love_whispererr @fromwitchpen @zoya_charmz
@mirakee @writersnetwork my mom loves you too
I know it's not perfect but I'm really running out of time....
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the_frozenn_heart 2w
D r e a m s were meant to be chased.
~you've got the wings of optimism to fly high in the oceans of success and the gills of self-confidence to swim deeply and recede out from the sky of failures. So accomplish things what were meant to be.
Maybe to get L i f e was the wish of parents, but to live was a c h o i c e.
~life is about waking up from the lap of sunrise, drowning fears in the horizon of sunsets, and giving selflessly without expecting back in the arms of glimmering nights. Cherish your heart and nourish your soul with the elixir of love, spread happiness, practice forgiveness and kindness, live everyday to the fullest and construct your own fate lines.
//Forget past, believe in today, hope for a better tomorrow//
Believe in L o v e to entwine h u m a n i t y.
~Love isn't a magnet to attract the poles of two different hearts rather a germinating seed which slowly develops inside the cavity of an arduous soul under the rays of intense emotions, nourished by the nutrients of affection, breathing the aroma of trust in order to pump faith & exhaling forever promises.
D e a t h give us e n o u g h time to connote our existence.
~don't pity death pity the living for life is so short and fleeting. The enigmas of nature, the meaning of life and the purpose of existence is awaiting to be accomplished. Aren't you ready to find that?
//Fear of death is fear of yourself//
F i n i s h the race which you started in your mother's womb.
~whenever you see a ladder it's not just a staircase but this are the steps to remind your life's phase. For gaining something you need to chase, fight for recognition and focus on winning the race. Put your charm and let others see your grace, try to seek whatever you want in different beautiful ways.
S m i l e eternally :)
After all it's a blessing to seek life
beneath the orange curtain of endless sky.
~Purva D
@redolent_smile @love_whispererr @fromwitchpen @zoya_charmz
@mirakee
@writersnetwork just a heart
#four #ceesreposts #pod
Last post of this month..
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the_frozenn_heart 2w
I'm just a leaf,
who blinks hope twice a day
where fallen stars hide
and seek apologies to pray.
I'm just a leaf
who blooms happiness on barren souls,
where the smile of trust elevates
and the wings of peace wraps in gold.
I'm just a leaf
who steal emptiness from rainbow,
to mend the voids of VIBGYOR
at the shore of my viridiscent shadow.
I'm just a leaf
who segregate dusk and dawn,
where the moon of truth settles
and the sun of lies sink in horizon.
I'm just a leaf
who breathe through the metaphors of poet,
where galaxies collide
whenever with a constellation I sing a duet.
I'm just a leaf
who stitch the dreams of broken heart,
where fabric of love is altered
and the threads of melancholy kiss my art.
I'm just a leaf
who touch love where words die,
maybe spring and autumn fights for me
but I think I belong to sky.
I'm just a leaf
who bleed courage against death,
where the numbness of scars adjourns
and the silent mourns keep faith.
I'm just a leaf
who reside in every autumn lovers eye,
where I beat one last time
and shred tears of goodbye.
P.S- I'm not 'just' a leaf...
~Purva D
@redolent_smile @love_whispererr @fromwitchpen @zoya_charmz
#storyofaleaf #ceesreposts
Thank you so much @writersnetwork and all other beautiful souls for giving your precious time to read and repost this post.
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the_frozenn_heart 2w
Millions of emotions effused
in the bloodstream
of my thoughts,
love, hatred, felicity, pain,
all racing towards the
attic of my heart,
trying to change position
from organ to organ,
till every shade of humanity
is slightly darkened.
For I've lost my voices
but still hopes are alive,
for I've lost my trust,
but still faith in me is alive.
For I've lost all my love,
but still poetry inside me is alive,
for I've lost myself,
but still I'm alive.
Oh yes I'm Alive....
//"To be understanding"
also needs to be understood//
If they don't want to understand
why are you still understanding them?
If their heart is cold,
then why are you warming up
the emotions which are already dead? ~the_frozenn_heart
@redolent_smile @love_whispererr @fromwitchpen @zoya_charmz
#opposites #ceesreposts.
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the_frozenn_heart 2w
Life is a cliff diverged in the path of destiny where my each euphonious Breathe flounder in the paradigm of hopes, valiantly ravelling each strand between life and death.
//Strength is not always about bearing pain, it's about the way you try to overcome obstacles and the cogency of my breathe connotes thew and ardor unfurled by my mother's womb//
Unravelling the spindle of love, my vehement Heart being a modiste of amour tries to unite soul, rejuvenate trust and elaborate promises by stitching those half baked memories with the threads of honesty and loyalty on the fabric of voracious emotions where the wreathed arteries and veins drown in the cosmos of lexicon for the desire of bond formation.
//The heart that believes in love may not be the one that has never been broken, maybe it chose to love even after being hurt//
My mortal Soul, inside its anatomy tries to preserve the epiphany of this bitter sweet reality to immortalise each choked verse I scribbled on this existence, so that someday those poetries shall sing a lullaby near my coffin with the voice my throat used to warble and for some other day it shall dwell in every vagabond eyes, I wonder.
//For all my soul seek is the perfect blend of kindness and serenity, with my morals aspiring to live with dignity//
Behind the curtain of my lucid eyes those entrenched dreams and ambitions have made their home, which crawls into the deep ocean of my brain where my solitude sinks and ebullience float and lure me to unravel the depths of mysteries which the world has kept hidden inside the poetries. Somewhere those nightmares have a glance at- my trembling hands once in a full moon receding back to the kaleidoscope and labelling each planet as the tercets of my dreams where the future me will love to conquer the galaxies of dreams so as to purloin my self esteem.
//When the flow of my tears collide with the ooze of ink all the pain spills out of my heart in the form of poetry//
The fragments of my descendants lay its footprints on the literature of elapsing time, where silence treasure my elusive lips and I seek peace in the generosity of living ~the reason is to live does it matter with them or without them?
For the hindrance of my penumbra rationalize the conflicts within me and fight the battle against those devils who tries to pull me down ~whenever I tend to fall from the sky, my wings gather courage and try harder to fly.
//Be a person of passion and possibilities, with a mission in your eyes and undoubtable abilities//
P.S- I exist in the rusted pages of a diary
~Purva D
@redolent_smile @love_whispererr @fromwitchpen @zoya_charmz @the_poetic_soul
@mirakee
@writersnetwork you always leave me with a like...
#lanturnepoem #ceesreposts
I don't know whether this makes any sense.
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the_frozenn_heart 2w
Those sanguine goals needs to be written
boldly with golden letters,
and those passionate dreams needs to be
shine brighter as we cross the phase of teen,
just a deep stroke of
courage, faith, passion
and the syllables of hope
shall elaborate the laurels to win.
~Purva D
@redolent_smile @love_whispererr @zoya_charmz @fromwitchpen
@mirakee @writersnetwork.
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the_frozenn_heart 2w
Pic Credit: Shreyas Hedau
Let the hope bloom in our hearts
in order to bring smile on this gloomy face,
let the love betwixt souls and
bestow light to rejuvenate
life from darkness.
~the_frozenn_heart
@redolent_smile @love_whispererr @zoya_charmz @fromwitchpen
@writersnetwork
#selflove.
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the_frozenn_heart 3w
@writersnetwork thank you so much for the kind repost
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Martinet: a person who demands complete obedience.
A timid wave of reminiscent recede from the barefoot of amour as a zephyr of fresh brewed heartbreak knock the door of abhor and I'm in awe how my counterpart retaliates love for love yet punctilious for hatred as each flickering ray of sun inculcate to mend all those broken vows before their morals are faded.
Like a turbulent sun engrossed in waking up with the dreams being felicitated now adjourns behind the failures of life by sunset, and I try to embellish souvenir as it taps on my shoulder to relinquish all the desires. Where I write an elegy to my solemn feelings who still believes in "forever wasn't a lie" maybe then my subjects will change the direction of wind answering all those "why's"...
Past follow my footsteps maybe to play hide and seek, for just an instance I wish to turn back & embrace all those "maybe's". I drink the potion of courage, take my soul Infront of a person who broke my heart, to make him understand "to love" and "to be loved" is an art. I did fasten to the sunshine before drowning in those crumbled apologies for I don't wish to submerge in his aesthetics rather I'll prefer to live on my own disciples now.
I blink my eyes twice, for once the sugar-coated words hides under the eyelashes and then bitter sweet reality holds the pupil as if I was waiting for it since eternity.
//Tears could speak more than smiles and scars reciprocate the intensity of love more than memories//
Now my frozen heart melts by ravishing the flames of villanelle, for my each breathe has learnt the magic to heal.
~Purva D
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@redolent_smile @love_whispererr @fromwitchpen @zoya_charmz
#mirakee #ceesreposts #heartbreak
A failed attempt to write....
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pallavi4 20h
Call of the wild
In the rhythmic pounding of my heart
I hear a constant pulsating beat
Like an owl hooting in the dark
Like the candid stomping of feet
It is a primitive gravitational pull
A force onto its own
It is nature calling out to merge
Blood to blood, bone to bone
A savage cry for freedom
For being forever vicious, forever free
For being untamed and feral
Roaming wild and from the world flee
When nature calls out to you
In a ferociously fierce shriek
The unruly, unbroken spirit should respond
In a roar resounding by a creek
Deep in each one of us resides
An undomesticated spirit inside
That longs to be one with nature
Belong to the bravado of a pride
Give in to the chill of waterfalls
Surrender to the sun’s warmth
Luxuriate in the monsoon rains
Return completely transformed
Maybe it is a part of our genetic coding
A part of our basic identity
The call of the wild will always remain
A fragment of our entity
@pallavi4
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - Henry David Thoreau
#callofthewild #ceesreposts #cees_cw_chall #wild @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee.
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someone_alive 22h
Wall Crafts of a Wallflower
Silent corners enwreathed with verdant musings around
Where was sitting bystander named 'wallflower'
Sound of his breaths filling vacancy of corners
He hung heaps of soothing thoughts in walls of anxiety
He blew bubbles of metaphors in air of tranquility
Blooming hues of solitude splashed on frames of chaos
Forgotten grieves dripped down walls of gaiety
Dullness of gaudy noises was stitched by real shining stars
When folks called him decent, little did they know,
He wasn't a flower to wilt chafed in tumults
But, was drunk and high in his own world.
©someone_alive -
Where Are The Misfits?
The misfits liked to get high on their misfortune.
An imbroglio that emanated from the elixirs of hope they grinded with their teeth.
Do you see them as they jog to December, and wait for their destinies to be unravelled beneath candelabras of insouciance?
Or have you felt them as they careened towards the end of June, holding the remnants of faux felicity in their jagged shadows.
It doesn't make sense.
How could they have forgotten the olive branches they sent to the poets of yonder?
How could we have forgotten the psalms of fortitude they wrote in their fleeting phases of opulence?
How could we,
Not make sense,
Of these bubbles that encapsulated the legacies of the misfits?
These bubbles that we quickly blew away with a freneticism that would give pride to our ancestors.
Don't you think it sad,
That I watched them colour their corners of complacency with broken crayons?
Whose story shall I tell when this precarious perplexity persists?
And where was I when they threw their probabilities of answered prayers into the layers of expedient winds?
It's not fair.
I was seated high on my capacious throne of forgotten misconceptions, blowing the tales of balladic bubbles, into the corners of mirrored circles.
So how could I; how could we,
Have missed them?
It,
We,
I,
This,
Doesn't make sense.
©poetic_seams -
ayanaa 17h
Walking down the high roads ,
all drenched in singing metaphors ,
she walks hand-in-hand with the words,
that are already forgotten by the world,
running her hands through the paint brushes, on the roadside shop ,
stops to the one with golden motifs,
her polychrome eyes now search for colours, she kisses the rainbow paints ,
and takes blacks too,
because she knows the dark sings more beautiful elegies,
intoxicated in the lyrics,
she returns to her cottage home,
places the goods and chattels on the wooden floor ,
sipping her scorched coffee ,
she lays out a flawless canvas,
stroking the bristles of the glossed brush,
she thinks of a way to stain the white,
winds are now smiling, swirling hard,
but outside her window is warm,
Dusk is round the corner ,
the sun bids farewell and the sky turns brown,
her foundling hands tickles the canvas,
as she applies on it , colours, one by one ,
in a bubble where she resides,
she paints herself in poetries ,unsung.
-Ananya
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Tell me it makes sense;_;
#high #wod #odetopoetc.
©ayanaa
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roel_gonz 16h
Image credited to the rightful owner
#high #wod #thoughts #poetry #love #innocence #menace @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite @mirakee_writerFly high in the endless sky
Where the angels cry?
Leave a footprints on the
forgotten memories
Where are the dreams of kindness?
In the corner of the heart of innocent child
Lies a funfair of springtime of life
And the bubbles of sinless mind
blown by the menace of the society
©roel_gonz -
shivangi_khajuria 10h
Reading my random notes,
It's been 4 am in the morning.
I just heard a bird chirping near my window.
A little It is thundering outside,
A more inside me.
Empty cold roads, with just the noise of a heavy four wheeler passing by in a sudden rush who wants nothing that can stop him.
Which is exactly the opposite of his fast passing scooty, from which the eyes always searches for a reason to slow by.
In the silent slow city, only his heartbeat could add a chaos after seeing her standing nearby.
Just while thinking, i opened my eyes and saw through the window
Lighting and the moan of the cloud,
The drop falls, one after another.
The black sky slowly fading and turning into blues
The birds stops chirping, or maybe they were no more loud enough.
The playlist on shuffle suddenly sings for me,
(With some soft piano notes)
"CITY OF STARS,
ARE YOU SHINING JUST FOR ME,
CITY OF STARS,
THERE'S SO MUCH I CAN'T SEE".
For a while i couldn't stop my heart from smiling
My silent lips followed the lyrics,
It's love,
Yes all we're looking for is love from someone else,
A rush,
A glance,
A touch,
A dance.
I smiled there and continued,
To look in somebody's eyes,
To light up the skies,
To open the world and send them reeling,
A voice that says, i'll be here and you'll be alright.
I don't know if i know,
Just where i will go,
"Cause all that i need is this crazy feeling"
A rat-tat-tat on my heart,
Think i want it to say,
City of stars...
Are you shining just for me...
In the end i only knew,
I always loved sunrises more then sunsets,
And
He was singing with me along in this.
My eyes suddenly fell asleep,
And the song repeated itself.City of stars
(Read the caption)
©shivangi_khajuria -
anjaliverma__ 1d
THE SILVER MOON
The child inside me full of curiosity
Opening my eyes again to see
The night is already much darker
But I am counting the stars above and sound I am busy.
My mother asking me to sleep
But my mind can't wait until I have counted each
She sings for me a lullaby inspired by the moon
And the melodies reach my ear very soon.
Every night I tried to count each star above in the sky
Had a question in my heart why the moon is so high
Where from he got such shining lights
And why he leaves after every night.
The old lady spinning the wheel inside the moon
Why can't I find her even in a full moon
Questions buzzing around my head
Left unanswered I go to bed.
Soon those fantasies I lost
I grew older but moon still has its charm
Picking those memories every night
It glows my face much more bright.
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Each of us have a memorable moments experienced of the fantasies related to the moon.
They were all fascinating when we were small child
All that love for moon is still embarked or is lost?
It's some of the most memorable moments of life.
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#moon #child #love #stars #mirakee #Anj_poetries #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetworkThe Silver Moon
The moon has never came down to meet me but always made his presence marked in my all sweet memories I carry.
©anjaliverma__ -
Stars are far-flung
But still I can spot it
Likewise I can spot u,
Even you are far-flung from my heart!
©taekook_maknae
