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Stephanie May 2019
How many times did she declared herself dead?
Maybe same as the number of stars above the night sky
In which she tell every pain she had before she forgets
How to really live rather than just to plainly breathe

The awakening has now come into her dreamland
She will be dressed as one of those shining stars
She is brave because God her out of courage.
Marvelous enough to bring revival to her soul.

She is a woman.
No other person shall build her
For she can do it herself
She is heaven-sent, a woman of God.

The way God brings comfort to thee,
Is through the shape of her.
She once forgotten her worth,
She is the revival.
healthy self, heal thy self.
Snehith Kumbla May 2016
is heavy
full to
the brim
let it out
smoke like
into the night
that a new
road curves
before me
This poem was first published in the Jan-Feb 2013 issue of Reading Hour Magazine
seasonalskins May 2014
i wish to unmeet you
         only to meet you again.

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