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Creative minds shine through silent shadows Freer thoughts run along the edges Of boundary lines untied Distracted less distressed Confinement now a guest In a safer space to play Separate states arrange personal traits To trust the chance of expectations Enforce the plight of set objectives Opportunities arise to compliment Though every aim cannot be met We suit our direction and intent
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Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
Fluidity
It’s said that ‘a change is as good as a holiday’ though a holiday might be better than a change. This depends really on one’s attitude some say or what appeals to the person who is to arrange. _____________________
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 3:37 AM UTC
Quatrain #365 - It's said that "a change is...."
He saw me in a coffee shop, He liked what he saw in one go, He found about me some more, He started me to adore. He told his mum about his feelings, Asian women! With joy she started singing, Two days later he came to see me, He was smart,educated and handsome, More, he did'nt  want any dowry, awesome, My parents asked my view. I had liked him on the spot I said,"Yes, why not." I admired him a lot, The strings of our heart played the same tune, Love would follow soon. It did, As soon as we were married, Our love blossomed from a tiny bud into an beautiful flower. With children a flower became a cluster. But, the exotic fragrance is still there. That is arranged marriage, Each passing year our love strengthened  with age.
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
Arranged Marriage
Sometimes a poet's muse                             comes           e         r           r   a                t                  i c               a              l                ly like     a            puzzle                            s  c  a  t  t  e  r  r  e  d on           the            marble                      of                       his                                imagination             then                    he picks               his     quill with                  his                           witty hands                        and arranges his  thoughts into a poem.
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
untitled
Inside this room, the halls fill with the illuminating darkness, Where it shines a spotlight on the truths we often hide, Fall and behold to its witchcraft in earnest prowess, Cannot seem to unravel the long painted ties, Maybe it chills to think of the possibility, Remembering past and futures of an infinite, Resolute but twisted that is a trap for ********** To a world only in the imagination where it is not an illusory, Be careful for naught it is fury of red that will be caught, Although in this black hallway it would only seem like a pretty thought.
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Are you afraid of the Dark?