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As the rain pours,her heart sinks in it. The soundund of thunder, covers the sob that made her to sleep. Every plant turned into weed,’cause the lullaby was not so sweet.

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Diving into the ocean of your breath,
Unwrapping your beautiful mess.
Energies flowing inside out,
Waves drowning me in a beautiful cosmos.

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October

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Morning mist in the eyes, but the hues are seen bright. Red and yellows on its depart and green and blue embarks. No warmth, no cold, something quiet and sweet it holds. Leaves may grow old,but love is always there to hold. Life fills with magic and delight, cause it’s the October light.

                                     
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THAT SIGHT
when fire crackers bursts into different colours and it seems as if sky is showering sparkles on us. When the night gleams with different lights and there is no darkness to be find, I know your heart love that sight…

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And maybe one day our bikes will take us to the same path,then a new ride will start.Breathing in the freshness of the air, if only I can get with you a moment to share.

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January

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Tan of the baked skin~Sips of cinnamon winds~strings for a new start~ old melting in the candles that glowed the dark~essence of the new books escaping in the hearts of the old school~ evening chills brings us back to our grills.

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Perks of being a wallflower

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You are that wallflower which every butterfly would like to taste.
You are that essence which one can’t get enough of. 
Your words gave me another world to live in,
And just left me wishing for you to be a real being.
You moved with that short hair girl,
And left with just your letters to glare.
                      

P.S. my heart just can’t get over a wallflower

Charlie literally I listened to” one winter”.

– i just listened to music & breathed in the day & remembered things.( Perks of being a wallflower)

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A story emerged when we met, with the melted wax you locked me in your arms and then together we were stamped for forever.

I  am 17 . I write and romanticize. You are welcomed here to escape in the world of aesthetism. 

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Laughs of strawberries and milk

Scars which are sesame frilled

Stories that are confined to pressed flowers

Some hearts are just like old romantic grass.

                                                                                        – gauri

I am 17 . I write and romanticize. You are welcomed here to escape in the world of aesthetism.