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sharda-mutha
sharda-mutha
India I'm a person,who's not possible to be defined.So never ask me to,or try to define me.
The first drop of Rain, and I inhaled it. The wind was silent, But it tore me apart. The sand melted- underground with the leaves beneath. The clouds were perfect but; There was something I had to know. I dedicated myself.I lost it all. My soul was dead,Oh! I was a mere body. Too late to realize though, that drop dis-functioned my veins. My heart needed blood but, I had already cried it out. And now the rain won't stop. That first drop of Rain- I wish I didn't inhale.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Rain.
No matter how much you water the flower or how much fragrance does it pour into your life.It eventually dies; leaving just the remains of it.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Flowers.
Trust is fragile. More than wings; It loses hope when- the heart is unclear. Unlike the heart, It can't be mended. You came,you're gone- Well that was easy! You borrowed my trust; And returned it with an itch. I scratched it and Alas! I regret scratching it.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
Trust
you're the oxygen to me;I breathe because of you.I burn because of you.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
you.