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When my soul gets bubbled inside gloominess , there's only one potent voice that blasts the bubble ; my inner voice who calls me out , ' Spriha , don't listen to anyone except me. '

Do not write off someone
Even if you have read the chapters in depth
Your perception wouldn’t be same as that of the author
Their truth matters

My absence would be enjoyed
By those affected by my existence
The freedom of free will
Everyone’s rights


Yet to find those words
That the thoughts would drape
A perfect combination of grace
Expressed


Into the vast expanse
Untroubled, still, the rivers flow
Sometimes signs of storms
Washed ashore, still


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  Aug 2020 Sarita Aditya Verma
Jen
I am free!
I am happy,
I am enough.
I am beautiful,
I am me,
No apologies.
This poem is for anyone out there that might think that they are not enough... you are!  In the past couple of weeks I have been doubting myself... last night these few words came to me.  This is the only way I want to see now.

There is a language spoken
Between the leaves and the breeze
Peacefully green, the leaves
Ever changing the velocity of the breeze
Ancient and eternal their relationship



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Inspired by the weather in the evening :)
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