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A Player's prayer
"The morning fog had lifted, Giving way to a clear dayAs it's anticipated to be gayNear to my close, I pray O devilish - holy frayDo leave my way".Says the daily player's, prayer.©dessy1
The greatest sign of encouragement is appreciation.
Struggles of Life
A lot of people struggle To which some lived in a stableThey then worked hard To increase on what they had.Sometimes their thoughts tend to be unreasonable And still proved that, they were capable In times of uncertainties, They communed to create opportunities.They always added value to themselves But when life refused to adhere to their thoughts They maid sure it never hampered their efforts In journey to live in comfort."Life seems to be unreasonable without hard work"Tough soaring slogan they had...Which was the idle engine that accelerated their Confidence.©dessy1
He was a rampant member in a brothel And fell in love with miss mingle, It seems nothing could stop his love and affection Yet, his wretchedness was in section Advice has now made him and his lover couple©dessy1
My mind is hazy today, bright colours have faded, the foliage is turning crimson, the Boulevard eerily silenced. ©vishrutimanhas_
#beautyEdit: Thank you so much @writersnetwork and @mirakee And to all of my Mirakee family, you guys made my day..
I almost saw
They say, "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder"But, what if, the beholder has been denied such privilege?What if darkness and void,is all that dwells in that damaged choroid?Does, then, beauty cease to exist,for the blind,who never beheld the daylight,or the stars and the moonlit night?..The answer is No,the beauty never disappeared,it just developed for them to be felt and heard..The beauty is enhanced,amplified, accentuated in what they perceive,Be it the drops of dew,Or the chirrup of the oriole,Be it the fragrance of the freshly cut grass,or the heavenly showers, they see it all,In the laughter of kids, they see the sun rise,And in the cricket's song, they find the star-studded skies,The zephyr of cool evenings show them the sunset,And they yearn for nothing more, just to retain the moment,For them, beauty is not lost,But it is born in everything they come across,Beauty is not confined in any shape or hue,for it metamorphoses to something that is felt through and through..Redefining its identity,remaining in the existence of the beholder for eternity.©the_inhabitant
A world with no books is a world in gloom,A world where no imagination comes to bloom,A world where no pen can write history,A world where no one can dive in human psyche's mystery.A world with no books is a world incomplete,A world where there will happen no amazing feat,A world in which the mind remains untapped,A world where imagination, in the face, will be slapped.A world with no books is a world left dry.A world where imagination can never run spry,A world which refuses to inspire me,A world where I am never meant to be.©the_girl_that_wrote_away