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Mujen Suraj Mar 2023
hold the moment
make things happen
draw it slow and slower
make it repeat
give this a breath, and so
live in now, live in this moment.

dear, time is elusive wanderer
and often a deciever,
dont be sure to let it elaps
and it's tragic too, you cant embrace it for forever
She just wanted
to live a life
that she would be
proud of
a life that she
was glad she lived for
one that she
would be sad to leave
but would leave satisfied
Simran pawar Jun 2020
Here the long and silent street,
The sky appears blue,
Then the light fell on his face,
That's when I looked at him
Each small gleam was a voice,
Soft and calm like water.
We were smiling while talking,
His hands were protecting me,
From vehicles on street..

People passed,
We were engrossed in our words,
And lost in our old memories.
I always find comfort,
But not yet found,
But took that time,
The comfort is in each other arms.

When grief cross our path,
Like my peace and soul is going with him,
But knew that we would meet again,
And when the path comes to an end,
I lost my soul within.
Henk De Wet Apr 2020
I read a book
The heading said
I had a look
Blank pages
7.5 billion stages
All faces
their own places
So spacious
Elle Dhani Dec 2019
when today's a loop,
where would I look?
if today's aloof,
would you be loof?

have you asked yourself?
to not be a commoner of your own elf ?

where would you like to be define?
if you're not fine?

hey, I see no time,
would you be now be refine?

If today's a loop,
would you choose a good scoop?
Elle Dhani Dec 2019
Time went bittersweet,
Hopes and dreams are shaping,
including her sense of style,
sketchy colors from her attire

From roots to fruits,
colorful wheel of truth
her mates could have similar thoughts,
that her body lies and changes contour

an invoice of ****** characteristics,
continuously develop,
are you one of the assets? 

Hotter than a winter season,
bridges a glimpse of ****** desire

The pursuit of independence,
Her identity is prominent

She could be artist in many ways,
So do you,
A singer, dancer or a writer,
But she’s now logical, an abstract dealer,
or in many ways, an idealistic painter

She saw the world,
simply using her feathers
she thinks matches the weather,
but most of the time,
she fakes and heal from prayers,
that one day she’ll know most,
of executive’s duties or more
This poem's part of my final project
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