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The festive season is here, And shoppers busy on their feet, Are looking for bargains At every corner of the street. The lantern-sellers stand, Right outside the market square; Trying to entice passers To buy their curious tinsel ware. If during this time, you chance Upon this bustling way, The sparkling lights and lanterns Are sure to brighten up your day! Some of the glittering objects, That decorate the stalls, Seem to mesmerize the shoppers As they step into the malls. Articles of myriad colours And lanterns that disperse rainbow light Decorate the city streets All through the joyous night. I rushed to the market square To see what I should buy And found a brilliant lantern That caught the fancy of my eye. I made a quick bargain And now that lantern adorns my door, And it really dazzles me When it mirrors in the floor.
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
Diwali Lantern
A single droplet rolled down her cheek. It was the side that she barely showed and called weak. The crystal clear droplet landed on her palm. Creating a surface that seemed so calm. Little did I know that single drop carried uncountable emotions. From the piled up distress over the years, unable to find a solution. If only I were more reliable, If only I were more advisable. Yet the only thing I could do was wipe her tears, And to gently pat her back to momentarily cast away her fears.
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
Crystal Tears
Your cheeks are the sky and every freckle is a glittering star. Your eyes are like beautiful moons, deep blue, like the sea and full of wonder.
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
Cheeks
And Love is like sand You can never hold it But once you've been to the beach You'll always find it somewhere, Glittering in your sweaters.
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Always
Fake the new news More of new use Get many views With glittering headlines Now no true Just attempt to glue As the sky blue Not as much due.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
True news?
Playing piano, it's like I have a treasure chest, each time I hit a note it resonates like unto a sparkling jewel in glittering crest. If I had a song I could write that could reveal and unravel, your true feelings expressed, I would play it for you in these endless depths. Surrounded by fear, loss and by worry, You've left me in the endless circling spin, I'm floating in an empty abyss, no hurry. But one day when you find me in the dark, *hopefully there is enough light from a fading chord that will grant you one last spark. The glistening notes continue to play out forever in the glittering starlit skies, accompanied by natural hues, white gold moon, eyes, and darkness in disguise.
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
Regrets: Musical Spark
"The thought of  the future we will never have was pollinating foul fuzzy particles in the air, slowly following the wake of all those tasseled dreams I had held onto for all those years but had to let go." The most intimate revelations can often expose plagiaristic suppressions that we've most likely tried to already forget. Suggesting to anyone on the outside looking in, that there is a rancid cowardice secreting from the pores of all those who would deny the most basic of fundamental decencies to their fellow man. All the while, boasting a loud tolerance that would be found on the very last Autumn-the very last colorful arrangements of watering oranges and smothered reds our world was ever going to be privileged to witness again. The thundering drumming of my own beating heart gave my freshly dead and bland reaction a neon personality, with a few extra ********* lingering, successful gestures that reflected a sparkly prism of tracers. Tracers that were birthed from the most brilliant of lasers, as I was radiating something that was blindingly gorgeous, something that was heightened with more sensitivity as it shadowed over the complexity of every kiss that I had ever been given in my life.. Spinning a silk and gold web around me that was almost as intricate as an alarm sounding earth quake. This flaccidly tight response came at a price, leaving nothing but whispers and the wrong kind of impressions at the sight of  it's unwanted face.. The time of dignity and grace felt decades away as your tiny little temperaments began to attempt to soothe me into a very still silence. "Wooing" me and "seducing" me with such a strong touch of romantic readiness, I knew it would never be matched or found again causing me to feel a stroke of sadness at the single sentiment.   This dramatic departure killed any interest that might have supported the abortive sorrows and short winded elation’s of men, but instead the idea of a possibly new tasseled dream, sparked me into a shimmering prism bouncing glittering, glimmering, glowing rays off my skin, as I put the shine in the sun.
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Tasseled Dreams
"The thought of  the future we will never have was pollinating foul fuzzy particles in the air, slowly following the wake of all those tasseled dreams I had held onto for all those years but had to let go." The most intimate revelations can often expose plagiaristic suppressions that we've most likely tried to already forget. Suggesting to anyone on the outside looking in, that there is a rancid cowardice secreting from the pores of all those who would deny the most basic of fundamental decencies to their fellow man. All the while, boasting a loud tolerance that would be found on the very last Autumn-the very last colorful arrangements of watering oranges and smothered reds our world was ever going to be privileged to witness again. The thundering drumming of my own beating heart gave my freshly dead and bland reaction a neon personality, with a few extra ********* lingering, successful gestures that reflected a sparkly prism of tracers. Tracers that were birthed from the most brilliant of lasers, as I was radiating something that was blindingly gorgeous, something that was heightened with more sensitivity as it shadowed over the complexity of every kiss that I had ever been given in my life.. Spinning a silk and gold web around me that was almost as intricate as an alarm sounding earth quake. This flaccidly tight response came at a price, leaving nothing but whispers and the wrong kind of impressions at the sight of  it's unwanted face.. The time of dignity and grace felt decades away as your tiny little temperaments began to attempt to soothe me into a very still silence. "Wooing" me and "seducing" me with such a strong touch of romantic readiness, I knew it would never be matched or found again causing me to feel a stroke of sadness at the single sentiment.   This dramatic departure killed any interest that might have supported the abortive sorrows and short winded elation’s of men, but instead the idea of a possibly new tasseled dream, sparked me into a shimmering prism bouncing glittering, glimmering, glowing rays off my skin, as I put the shine in the sun.
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Her skin is pale A wash of gentle light Her hair silver Glittering with starlight The girl born of moon and star Her eyes piercing blue As the blanket of sky Her face upturned All the relaxed beauty of night The girl shimmering with light and dust The moonlight drapes over her Clothing her in shimmering silver light She dances with glittering grace As the the dust of stars trails behind The moonlight girl born for night When god created this creature He used his most precious gifts Glittering stars, shimmering moonlight And all the dreams of a sleeping world Bring forth the daughter of night Nyx herself would envy this girl God saw the hearts of men break Just her sight shattered them Sympathy moved the mighty God The silvery girl of the stars God talked to his daughter of night She agreed to leave this world Some nights tinkling laughter echoes From the distant world in the sky The world of Moonlight Girl.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
Moonlight Girl