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  • beleza_ 1h

    If I have left zilch,
    oh! lavender's fragrance
    then take my all anxiety
    give me some
    bewatching words
    thats flowing in the
    loveable desire's ocean
    like precious gem in the
    serene vowel water
    where I feel
    zestful greeting
    ©beleza_

  • beleza_ 2h

    You brutally pisoteado wounds
    with words
    now watch
    Ink beijos my words
    & making them simpático poetry
    with muito amor
    ©beleza_

  • beleza_ 2d

    A battlefield makes a place in the heart where silence keeps knocking for years of screams and hope awakens when the pause bell turns the earthen color and the dark smoke from the clouds fails to hide the breathless reality
    ©beleza_

  • beleza_ 1w

    #alovetale_❤️

    FirsT time a long read....

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    A girl named Jasmine,
    lived in a small town
    She was a happy girl
    & spoke whatever she wanted.
    She did not have many dreams, she just wanted to write till her last breath, she liked to know about different civilizations, traditions.
    She was fond of reading different books in the library, especially reading about historical things.

    H̳E̳R̳ R̳O̳O̳M̳ (A̳T̳ N̳I̳G̳H̳T̳)

    It was raining lightly. She was standing in her room thinking about something. She goes away but even after a long time passes, she does not sleep & keeps on changing sides.
    & then all of a sudden she hears a sound in her room & then she looks out of bed in fear & looks everywhere & she sees a shadow behind the curtain of the window & suddenly trembles with fear.
    In a low voice she says who.... who's there?
    & then as soon as looks up at the face she sees red bloody eyes & suddenly there is silence, she just keeps looking at the same shadow's eyes in silence & says in a low voice....what .....happened to you?....this blood....blood in your eyes....or....deep pain .....
    & then she faints

    A̳F̳T̳E̳R̳ T̳W̳O̳ D̳A̳Y̳S̳

    She regains consciousness & slowly opens her eyes & finds herself in an unknown castle & then feels panic. Cold air used to enter the room, after sometime she slowly gets up from the bed, only then she hears the sound of the door opening of the room & again she sees the same eyes which she saw last time.
    This time those eyes were clear, she did not see any blood or pain in them & she asks who are you? and....how I am here? & suddenly becomes silent.

    He goes to her. & says to her don't worry, you are safe here & how did you reach here?, you will get the answer of this question after some time, but for now you know this much, my name is "Ozain Nightfogg" & I'm the owner of this castle.
    Just then the door opens & a servant comes in room with breakfast.

    Ozain - Miss Jasmine now you have breakfast, I'll see you in the evening, if you need anything, you will ask Aslan (his servant).

    Jasmine - But tell me how I am......

    Ozain - Shhh....If some questions are answered ahead of time, they create more questions & confuse you

    I̳N̳ E̳V̳E̳N̳I̳N̳G̳

    Ozain returns to the castle & goes to Jasmine's room but Jasmin is not there.

    Then he goes to the garden where Jasmine was looking at the flowers by touching them with her soft hands.

    Ozain - Good evening Miss Jasmine

    Jasmine - A girl is alone in a castle with a stranger, how can this evening be beautiful for her, surrounded by so many questions.
    I want answers to my questions or else I am leaving right now.

    Ozain - Cool down miss Jasmine......
    You cannot go anywhere at this time, this place is unknown to you.
    You don't know anything about this place

    Jasmine - & the person I'm talking to is also a stranger to me.

    Ozain - (Smiling) I will tell about myself, but first you should know the answer to the question that is most important to you…..how did you come here?

    You again made the same painting of a prince & you went to back in 1530 while you were making that painting……when you were also a princess.

    This is your second birth and i am still living my first life

    Jasmine - (surprised) but.....

    Ozain - I know what your second question is....that's how I know it?
    (Taking a long breath) The characters with whom the end of the story is written, even after being deeply wounded, never detach from that story.

    Jasmine - Tell me clearly what you are trying to say?

    Ozain - Doesn't it happen that whenever you try to write a love story in your diary, you try to give that love story a happy ending, a meeting, then why that story remains incomplete, Why do you get lost in your previous life?

    Why did your pen never complete a love story?

    Jasmine - Because no pen in this world has written love in my destiny.

    Ozain - Yes....because the incompleteness of some stories becomes the unbreakable bond of new love stories....which is not in everyone's fate.

    Now I am the waning love of unstoppable times, whose incompleteness is free from the shackles of remorse

    Jasmine - who was your girlfriend? And...and who am I...yours....
    why do I remember all that

    Who am I?
    Am I really the one you are calling yours...maybe yes

    Ozain - Long time ago when my mother got sick, at that time more than one doctor's medicines were getting ineffective....and mother's pain was increasing day by day.
    Then one night a very old man came and said that my mother's life could be saved if the blood of an animal that had been recently hunted by a wolf was brought.

    And in the middle of the night, the army saw the corpse of an otter (which the hunters had not eaten) in the forest surrounded by thick fog, they brought it to the palace and handed it over to the old man

    And he put four drops of that beaver's blood in my mother's womb... and within a few moments she woke up screaming and suddenly fainted again.

    Seeing which everyone was terrified, but the old man said that tomorrow morning with the first ray of the sun, she would also come to her senses, but he warned everyone that do not show her sunlight for a week, otherwise the child in the womb may suffer serious harm

    The result of which….as soon as he said this, the old man calmed down and left the castle.

    With the first ray of sun in the morning, the mother regained consciousness as the elder had said. Everyone was busy around her to take care of her, then the father said that the queen has to stay in this room for a week, all the windows and doors should be covered with curtains.

    But no one in the palace knew that the memory of the mother was lost because she had not spoken a word since she regained consciousness... and everyone kept thinking that maybe she is still nervous.
    And one afternoon when my mother was sleeping alone, she woke up from a dream and went towards the window and opened the curtain… and as soon as the sunlight fell on her womb she screamed and fell unconscious.

    Then the doctor was called, he said everything is fine, dizziness / or fainting is common for pregnant women

    (After a few moments of silence) More days passed and the day of my birth arrived.
    After my birth, when I was in mother's lap, suddenly blood started flowing from mother's eyes and drop of her blood fell on my lips.... and seeing me, mother's eyes were closed forever

    Jasmine - You became the reason for your mother's death...maybe...that's why you are Dracula....
    The one who drinks human blood from whom everyone hates

    Ozain - Jasmine....I may be the reason for hatred but...but I am not my mother's murderer....Because

    Jasmine - (with holding Ozain hands) Because the animal whose blood was applied to your mother's womb was hunted by a 'barbarian goth' who used to drink the blood of humans after entering the dead bodies of wolves and killing them....your mother was pregnant that's why the smell of her blood got that barbarian goth but that day was moonlit night due to which that barbarian goth couldn't get the soul to enter the body of a wolf

    Ozain - And that's why my goodness is alive because even after my mother's death, Dracula's evils did not completely dominate me....
    No matter how scary I become.... my mother's love doesn't let my heart get away from humanity....
    She is silent but her loving soul is with me every moment

    Ozain - Now that devil has returned not only to drink the blood of innocents but also to shed the ocean of blood

    Now I have to hand him over to death… or else he will create a tragedy of blood

    Jasmine - no....not at all....you can't kill him....because his death by your hands will make you more dreaded...who will again be bloody thirsty

    Ozain - No he can't bear the heat of my blood...he will surely die

    Jasmine - But I have the reflection of the sun in me... with just a drop of my blood, will die him

    Ozain - You know its cost....your life
    you know i won't let this happen

    Jasmine - Try to understand Ozain....it will be my luck that I sacrificed for the lives of many.

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    I̳N̳ T̳H̳E̳ B̳A̳T̳T̳L̳E̳ F̳I̳E̳L̳D̳

    Bloody terror everywhere....and blood-soaked corpses....
    Innocent running for life....
    Innocent children screaming seeing blood in front of their eyes.
    Pregnant women begging for the lives of their unborn children.

    And suddenly there is a thick darkness and the terrifying cries of wolves start coming, as if death is about to dance on its own wounds.
    And this is exactly what happened….The scary wolves started drinking the blood of innocents mercilessly….The voices of the innocent screaming were heart-wrenching.

    And then the dreaded devil with a bloodied face moves swiftly towards Ozain between the two: a fierce battle ensues....and the devil spits out infected blood from his mouth and....

    Jasmine - (shouting to Ozain) She sprays infected blood on her body


    And suddenly, in Jasmine's body, a holy reflection of the sun appears, the purity of which Satan cannot bear.

    And the skin of his body starts fraying like the old ruins, the paint of the walls of the palace starts coming off… and he starts dying by screaming loudly.

    Ozain -(screaming) Jasmine....my Jasmine what have you done
    You embraced death for a bloody Dracula...(screaming) I am a sinner...a great sinner...who could neither be worthy of your love nor could draw your life from death

    Jasmine - No you are not a sinner... but you are that golden reflective imprint of love surrounded by bloody conspiracies that has settled forever in the hearts that all called you "the shadow of the devil". Whose every beat is now indebted to you

    Now like a disciplined father, you have to be devoted to each and every duty of your son like peoples

    Now this is your Jasmine last wish

    Taking her last breath in the arms of her lover, kisses her lover for the last time and falls asleep in the heaven of his eyes forever.


    The sun is still his weakness...but the moon...the moon always shows him a glimpse of his Jasmine
    And for her, he expresses his heart's feelings in few words....

    "I'll write the ocean & your thirst increase
    I'll write fire & all your pain burn
    I'll write the night & you sleep in the arms of peace
    I'll write rain & your lips get wet
    I'll write the page & your words remain in it
    I'll write the ointment & your pain flow in me
    I'll write autumn & your wither falls
    I'll write the time & your happiness stay forever
    I'll write Jasmine & your touch make my soul smell
    I'll write cerin & your heart melts
    I'll write the mirror & see your reflection
    I'll write a dream & you ​achieve me

    He still loves her devotion to death.
    the immortality of their love is infinite".

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    ©beleza_

  • beleza_ 1w

    #start
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

    Two lovers found a starry sky while hiding with the clouds in the gleaming night
    Lying on the cool sand, hugging each other, listening to the chirping of the ocean in the calm breeze, playing the flute, the lover sings a song for his girlfriend

    Whose tune started making words dance on the breathless old pages
    Who was making the heartbeat away from the lover, like the moon, the meeting of the hopes coming back
    On which the roses of love blossomed between the sparkling sandy pearls.
    Which became a bouquet of dried flowers surrounded by letters bound for ever waiting

    Her eyes look like unheard stories
    a beautiful girl whose soul is devoted to love
    Blooms like delicate buds with smiles on the lips
    Every reason for her smile is dedicated to her lover
    a beautiful girl I don't think is beautiful,
    when she melts the pain from the barren heart and makes me swoon like a flower
    Who decorates red color in her demand and accepts golden good luck
    A beautiful girl whose sweet voice makes my every pain sweet

    The rain is falling in the midst of the darkness where the fragrant jasmine buds are blooming and bringing the rain into itself
    Birds looking for a roost and rejoicing in a love song sitting among fresh leaves
    The firefly, drunk in the freshness of the newly born buds, is kissing the fragrance
    Baby butterflies waiting for the nectar of flowers to the tune of the flute

    Your smile is a lie that conquers my heart even in anger
    Don't know how my silent despair draws your attention
    The showers of your love water the dry whirlwind of the heart
    You weave your every wound into a lovely smile
    You listen to every false criticism with an impeccable heart

    When flowers bloom at, they become a bouquet in the hands of lovers by giving their attendant with fragrance.
    Every flower sometimes becomes a message of union and sometimes separation.
    Even after being separated, it becomes a fragrance that remains in the hands.
    Saying goodbye to dry leaves again become the autumn of love

    ©beleza_

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  • beleza_ 1w

    #mondo
    @writersnetwork Thanks for the ❤️

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    What is color of gold?

    A hopeful poem on pages old,
    which a hopeless heart can hold
    ©beleza_

  • beleza_ 1w

    What conspiracies have been
    veiled around the poet's ink?

    Insane conspiracies, in the twilight of murderous
    eyes, are being bowed down in arrogance.
    ©beleza_

  • beleza_ 2w

    #life
    @writersnetwork Thanks for the ❤️
    @miraquill Thank you so much for EC

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    I tried to mold the colors of life
    into many shapes I made even
    the bad impressions interesting
    by carving them on colored paper
    I scratched with my nails, those
    pictures of all colors, they were
    once a witness to the beauty of pain,
    But your soul that surrounded by ink
    could never know the importance of
    the colors of life

    I let the shape of life become like soil
    and stop deteriorating whenever the soil
    got wet, I stopped its flowing paths,
    the soil to be alive in the softness of
    your art remained silent there,
    but actually you never waited

    I do not know how many flowers I have
    decorated in your gardens as long as
    those flowers got love, every flower kept
    breathing themselves & you kept making
    flowers lifeless and threading them now
    the thorns of barren gardens prick you
    mercilessly because you kept on trading
    flowers but never knew the attraction of
    fragrance...when they alive
    ©beleza_

  • beleza_ 2w

    Floresceu como flores - Blossomed as flowers
    Fragrância de flores - Fragrance of flowers
    Render-se à natureza - Surrender to nature
    Atração de amor - Attraction of love

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    She was counting
    the stains of the buds
    They floresceu como flores
    & filled her soul with fragrance

    Now what is the difference,
    for which hands was that flower actually?
    you asked her about beauty
    In return, fragrância de flores kissed her hands
    & maybe you'll believe, render-se à natureza
    is also the atração de amor
    ©beleza_

  • beleza_ 2w

    In purplized velvety clouds
    filled with red dew drops
    I found blueth paradise
    on greeny shore of ocean
    ©beleza_