"The world is a garden of thorns - some of thorns, some of flowers." The world is a domain of choice. For you to choose between thorns and flowers. The feeling of feel and life. The world is a heap of mixture. Of you and I. Of hates and loves. Of locks and embraces. Of illusion and reality. Of pierces and repairs. Of things common and uncommon. Of poetry and prose. Of silences in lullabies. and of living for this day and more. Happy International Poetry Day.
The palpitation that accompanies a boom The appearance of crystal quaky storms In the voyage Of intimacy _ In a flawless peace of extreme ecstasy. The mystical rhythm of deeds buried in the loo. Simplicity is the soul of writing the depiction of complexity In it, we lay our deepest fears and cloth it with fragrance. We flush out risks in the voyage of displaying simplicity, mount on illusioned wings to make a simple proof like how they buried their deeds in the loo.
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