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 Nov 2018 de Negre
Novera
Graveyard
 Nov 2018 de Negre
Novera
do not do to me
what she did to you;
i will not be
the graveyard of
your love for her.
 Sep 2018 de Negre
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
concept: it is 7:10 in the morning, my room is bathed in gold from the sun’s slow ascension. It is a beautiful life
 Sep 2018 de Negre
Madhukanta Sen
New
Season of renewals is here

Life is closing worn out chapters
Opening new ones

Season of soft sunlight is here

Life is seeping in life giving elixir
Breathing in dew wet new Suns...
Renew.
 Sep 2018 de Negre
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
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