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I am sitting in a dark room in a corner, As if I was in a pensive mood from the days of yore Accompanying me is a tiny candle, with a swaying Golden dim flame. Candle smears hazy light over the walls creating My own shadow behind me. A gigantic monster behind me also swaying with the flame, which is playing with the breeze. Oh, a tiny flame blown all the black darkness inside me onto the wall in the form of a shadow making me a pure breathing doll. I came to know that the dim light is not so dim, but shaking and fighting the monster in me is nothing but our gorgeous 'HP' Thank you HP.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Enlightenment
I am sitting in a dark room in a corner, As if I was in a pensive mood from the days of yore Accompanying me is a tiny candle, with a swaying Golden dim flame. Candle smears hazy light over the walls creating My own shadow behind me. A gigantic monster behind me also swaying with the flame, which is playing with the breeze. Oh, a tiny flame blown all the black darkness inside me onto the wall in the form of a shadow making me a pure breathing doll. I came to know that the dim light is not so dim, but shaking and fighting the monster in me is nothing but our gorgeous 'HP' Thank you HP.
Even small things can create great things in life. HP is so great that each poem is a small flame purifying us.
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chandrashekarez
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
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