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Sadia Aug 2017
The moon melted looking at the beauty of you.
Sadia Aug 2017
The most beautiful artwork comes from us. Our lives are like a mosaic. Sometimes we have to break apart, in order to remake ourselves. That’s the beauty of life. With each trial, we are constructing new and different versions of ourselves; sculpting into a beautiful masterpiece.
Sadia Jul 2017
Even the moon lit up, brilliant, when she saw the beauty in your darkness.
Sadia Jun 2017
We wake up
to the birds singing a melancholy tune—
a timeless song that you can only hear when dawn slowly rises.
The morning gently looms, in shades of pink and orange hues.
Trees sway gently in the summer breeze.
An intoxicating aroma of nature permeates the air
upon the warmth of the sun's sweet rays.
The sun welcomes us.
A new day starts.
  Jun 2017 Sadia
phocks
a warm dawning sun
rises slow on hazy horizons
with winds wildly
blowing
down endless
interconnected currents
we wake up
to birds singing
timeless songs of morning
and our forgotten past
leaves us hanging
like willows weeping
in the rain
from this year's nanowrimo novel
http://phocks.github.io/nanoisms.html
Weeping Willows was selected as the daily poem November 10, 2014
Sadia Jun 2017
What can be more beautiful, then having your name engraved in my heart.
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