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Our souls are patterns
Intricately  woven  and  styled
Uni­que in their colour  blends and hues
Each  soul telling it's incredible tale
In the sharp  curves  and  soft  dips
Imprinted­ on their thin  vibrant  canvas.

Carefully  detailed  without a stroke amiss
These delicate fabricated masterpieces
Could  rip in hands too  careless to admire
The aesthetic beauty of the canvas
In areas magnificently  simple  or  blank.
Toria Oct 2014
With birds as music
And the wind as a partner
Leaves put on a show
Anastasia Webb Jul 2014
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I can see it in the shadows of my walls
the corners of the empty white rooms
the concave stomachs of little kids
your dried, chewed-up bottom lip
the hollows of Mum’s cheeks
the ticking of a metronome
the gaps in the bookcase
the crusty, sore noses
the bleeding nails
the white walls
skinny wrists
burnt paper
filaments
unlights
people
limbs
you
me.
Jahanvi Goyal Jun 2014
The beauty of  this expression,
Makes a difference in any situation.

An alternative to voiced words,
A weapon against the sharpest swords.

Panacea for the painful heart and tearful eyes,
Connects to the soldiers under other land’s skies.

Exchange of feelings between lovers,
In tough times, one inspiring peace, sobers.

Under the spell of rain, flows straight from the soul,
Always successful in covering those doubted holes.

Fills the silence with its devices,
Holds the power to fill the crevices.

It helps in the appreciation of the serenity of nature,
Although boneless, full of life and soul, it indeed is a living creature.

Yes, poetry is this electric and colourful magic.
Captivating all hearts and minds, its effect is so pelagic.
Zainab Attari May 2014
Colourful and soft
Hearts, stars and polka dot
Pull me on when it turns cold
Entangle me, don’t fold

Woollen, netted or cotton
Worn at the bottom
Warm, cosy and neat
That’s how I keep your feet

I am always in two’s
You can wear me with shoes
Wear me wherever you like to
But take me off when you enter the loo

Please don’t get me wet
Even I stink when I sweat
Don’t misplace my twin
It will break my heart and that’s a sin

I won't  let your feet turn cold
I will be there when you are old
I am comfort, I am the best
Used in north, south, east and west.

I am stretchy, I am a sock
I ease your feet for a run or walk
If I take the back seat
Numb, tanned and torn feet.

So pay my parents well
Don’t let your feet swell
I promise to serve you
I know you need me too.

-Zainab Attari

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