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soumya-mandal
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Traces of the red, show us the love The roses make the surrounding beautiful Beneath them present are the thrones, cruel. But why can't we look below the beautiful sight, they stood. To protect the love from harm. To maintain the flower's charm. Love relations only stay when they are understood. Those thrones maybe disgraced by most, What they never found has been lost Proving their love and being that close A thing called 'useless' by people are safeguards of the rose. *Bright colors, turn on the darkness Blinding the people due to effulgence.*
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Love Relations
In the recent times, I saw myself Growing impudent And losing elf. I told people and believed, That I need no men Oh God, I prithee To bless me with strength. I shall not require Anyone's sympathy. Even at the times of failure Oh God, I prithee I don't want life Going rellentando, Though sometimes it takes my Senses to be ambedo
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Oh God, I prithee.
Stay awake. And wait for him, As the love Is on stake. Stay awake. And think about him, Retrieve the memories And bear the ache. Stay awake. And miss him. Hear the silences. And realize your mistake. Stay awake. And try to forget him. Feel the pain, slowly in fragments, the heart breaks.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
stay awake
He was pavonine. In the darkest room, The light entered and aggrandized. The rhythmic applause and glittering lights. His eyes were wet, maybe of nervousness. Stressed he was, too restless. Heard his name, followed by loud screaming. This was all he needed.. that was his childhood dream. As he walked onto the stage, Feeling like a bird, about to fly from the cage. His exiguous steps, turned into hallux Slowly, somewhere he was being treacherous, From within. Going and remembering the past, Silence was guiding his mind to the last. He heard the song, Began to perform. Leaving the memories behind, danced deiform. Inside him was a great Storm. Every movement, every step was crystal clear. Audience stood and of astonishment stared. He rejoiced the seconds. And lived the moments.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
Pavonine