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Hubbiya Nov 2020
I want ink,
No, I need them
With vivid colours,
To highlight the life
And show them the beauty,
Of the life to be lived.
Hubbiya Oct 2020
Sometimes I wonder,
Humans are made?
Or created? To write,
Can be lengthy
Coz they do a lot,
A lot that may hurt
That may love,
But some,
I'm on the cloud
To see them whole.
Hubbiya Oct 2020
Stare, at the breeze,
The clouds give,
They move all their way
Or the trees?
Knowing a collide
A non stop flow,
Hope is the key
And that's life.

Hate or love?
Give and take it,
Return is must for all
Even for life,
Some steam tells
The same process,
Leaving us forever
To let us wonder.

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