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And everything
Had happened
The way they promised
It wouldn’t.
 Sep 2023 AmazingsanPoetry
nivek
but when Winter comes a calling
- cold in your bones
will you then find time to love
What people don't say is already in their words
You either caught it or they flew like birds

Hearing is for any functioning ear but listening is not
The aroma is not that important but what is in the cooking ***
If we can listen careful enough, we can tell who people truly are, how they feel, how they think and what they are going through.
Philos:

The question of

existence has
recently fallen into
the house of

insignificance.

You have no tiles to hang,
no metaphysics to
conjugate.  I am substance.

Actuality.  The froth of
conversation opened
into the accident
of birth.

Remind me. of last
night.  The
bedsheets are stretched.
The conversation of
sheep, grazed on
the syllabed

Of significance.

We love in the green
Over lament of
Civility.

You are the brand.
I am the name
that shail

never be

Spoken

Caroline Shank
Fear not the failure
not one test
not one trial
nor the life
  
For everything , will only let you soar high..


Roads might be dark
maybe little unclear
or be it difficult
Sit simply  not in the track

For everything , will only lift you higher..
Opportunity never knocks twice at your door...
If chances didn't come at your way , you go find and take the chances...
It's now or never...
It's raining of sins on earth
where men and women are soaking.
Ah, society is misguided today!

The devils are laughing
in the downfall of human being
but people are swimming in nasty things!

They don't judge right or wrong
and don't take any proper action.
They lead their lives in disguise
in this momentary world.
Who is for this eagerness?

Day after day, everyone is melting
in this fake beauty;
I don't know, which nation this is!
BE
start by counting the stars
while walking to the edge of the cliff
ıf you have the chance
the sky is cloudy that night
 Sep 2020 AmazingsanPoetry
N
This morning I stared at my
veins, and I realized they’re as
blue as an ocean during sunrise

And I’ve been drowning in
myself since my first breath

For how long must I
breathe underwater?

Am I still alive if my soul
feels like it's sinking
endlessly
into the abyss?
I’m not dead but I’m not alive either.
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