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I die in little bits of me.
Day to day I never see.
Disappearing cells
never ringing bells.
Decades in a mirror
cracks will appear.
 Feb 11
Madeysin
I knew he wasn’t a poet, a writer, a prophet or lover in the way he never came back.
 Dec 2023
Zywa
Grandma's tapestries,

which she wove as a girl, are --


decaying with her.
Collection "Between where"
 Sep 2023
RonliSong
How fickle a soul, where one day exuberant, the next but a wither.
*Prompt: use the word 'Wither' 15 words max
 Sep 2023
Eshwara Prasad
In order to make money, everyone travelled to faraway lands. To live, though, I remained here.
 Jun 2023
Edmund black
Why would you want
        To be a flower
      When you’re already
   Beautiful
A lot of times we forget to stop
and pause and be thankful for
what’s on front of the mirror.

Be yourself
Be beautiful
 Jun 2023
Valmir Zimberi
Not all relationships will lead to marriage, some will help you discover new restaurants.
 May 2023
Sally A Bayan
After
long
dark
moments,
..............
the
splendor
of first light
..............
overwhelms.

sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    May 27th. 2023
 Mar 2023
Eshwara Prasad
Don't fake it; just live.
 Mar 2023
Eshwara Prasad
Life's greatest tragedy is expectation.
 Feb 2023
Eshwara Prasad
Face crucified by time.
Mind stabbed by reality.
Life marooned by desires.
 Oct 2022
Eshwara Prasad
A world without time is the same as a world devoid of conscious beings.
The more you chase love, the more it evades you.
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