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  • be_grateful 1d

    One day when I will die.
    My poetries and prose will shine.
    When you will look up at sky,
    In the scars of Moon.
    They will always bloom.
    ©be_grateful

  • be_grateful 3d

    Behind a broken heart
    There are many words.
    There are many tapes
    affixed by dried red paints.
    There are flowers of miseries
    on the soil built by pieces of peace.
    There is rain of shooting stars
    That hit her heart so hard
    Making deep black holes
    that engulfed the drowning soul.
    This is just a part reflected by one
    of the shattered piece of her heart.
    ©be_grateful

  • be_grateful 5d

    #wild #wod
    Thank you so much @miraquill for Editor's Choice ����✨✨����✨✨
    I am so grateful ����✨✨����✨✨

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    I went into her mind.
    It was deep and wild.
    There were black holes engulfing stars.
    Broken pieces of loving heart.
    Waves of cries that were dried.
    Shivering leaves of trust that were crushed.
    Tress of loneliness were growing too fast.
    Her moon was full of scars.
    She was wild
    With dewdrops falling through her eyes.
    ©be_grateful

  • be_grateful 1w

    #love #wod
    Thank you so much @writersnetwork for your kind repost. It means a lot to me����✨✨����✨✨
    I am so grateful ����✨✨����✨✨

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    The poems that have you in them.
    I read them out on starry nights.
    Twilight is just going to end.
    Now it's time for you to sing on shore,
    I'll close my eyes and feel the beats.
    And all your deeds will flash in my mind.
    Just like shooting star at night.
    I miss you more and satisfy by
    saying you're there in the darkest night.
    I held you up in fragrance
    of rose that I wear every time.
    I miss the night, I miss the time,
    when we were there on shore alive.
    ©be_grateful

  • be_grateful 1w

    I haven't learned to swim in sea called life.
    I was drowning in endless cries.
    I never got a boat of love and support.
    But when I died,
    I started floating on waves of miseries that arrived.
    I left a letter on sea shore having steps to swim in a sea called dark side of life.
    ©be_grateful

  • be_grateful 2w

    #tanka #wod
    Lame ��

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    The poems that have you.
    I read them out on starry nights.
    Twilight is just going to end.
    All your afterglows flashing through my mind.
    Just like falling star at night.
    ©be_grateful

  • be_grateful 4w

    Who says you feel mild after a cry.
    It is only when you have a shoulder to rely.
    When I cry in the dark,
    It's just a puddle part
    of ocean I carry inside my heart.
    ©be_grateful

  • be_grateful 4w

    #start #wod
    Thank you so much @miraquill for Editor's Choice ����✨✨����✨✨

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    I am painting my nights with happy lies.
    Looking at moon and its scars.
    Showing warmth towards it's art.
    Knowing it's a mirage.
    As it keeps many solitary hearts.
    ©be_grateful

  • be_grateful 4w

    Clouds in your eyes,
    don't know how to cry.
    Gifting few dewdrops
    to innocent cheeks at night.
    You just smile.
    Showing your life is idyllic.
    But inside
    Your veins are dried,
    and your heart is drowning
    in sinless cries.
    ©be_grateful

  • be_grateful 5w

    #start #wod
    Hold my lame piece ��

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    When the music dies, taking
    all the rhymes, soul of infinite,
    emotions that once survived,
    therapy of many gashes, crisp
    of buried ash. It takes
    away diverse flashbacks.

    When leaves will turn brown.
    I will fade. Crushed by people
    who chase. As gloomy sun is
    so bright, It will burn me alive.

    The day her ship sank.
    Warmth was wrecked.
    Peace snapped into pieces.
    Waves were soaring.
    Nacre reconciled on sea shore.
    Containing pearl of broken soul.
    ©be_grateful