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  • theinkdomain 2d

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    He was the sky and I the lost story rested
    upon stars we met one night only to share
    our secrets and scars

    —SG

  • theinkdomain 1w

    c/p

    You are the only thing my eyes dream through
    for they know no forever but you

    —SG

  • theinkdomain 2w

    #pastoralpoem #temp

    Thank you @writersnetwork :")

    Thank you berry-much ♡ @miraquill

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    God's Own Territory

    Discover me in the woods near the wind
    Where the clouds dance and conifers sing
    Rolling sticks, the green leaves and grass
    Riverside ranges and the cows in mass

    O' the summer-showers by the sandalwood
    Spring scents here the autumn's sainthood
    Robed in ivory the almond and walnut trees
    Apple picking and the cardamom breeze

    Dawn to dark the verdant air hue
    This whole place; no strange to you
    Quiet wanders here in the daylight
    Clean sleep, clean sky, the clean night

    O' the trends and the turns of the township
    Where the seasons happen to have no tip
    Sooty flavours, the clashing cacophony
    Market lights, street fights, mind ebony

    Come with me and be my love
    Where Blue-tits dabble with dove
    Where happiness is an activity
    And the land, God's own territory

    —SG

  • theinkdomain 2w

    What That Skies Have For Me

    What that skies have for me
    has not reached to me yet
    And I am already losing it in
    my head for my heart is a
    beachcomber soaking up the
    same sunsets over again and
    beating to the same ripples
    again. And it doesn't sense like
    scenting anymore for my legs
    happen to cherish the amber
    adventures and boughs have
    been cut off for a spring fair

    And I know one day my eyes
    will stop seeing around, ears
    will stop attending the voices
    and my body will be a motion-
    less track with a spirit no more
    playing the chords and soul
    handed over to the owner
    I would be gone but what that
    skies have for me will prevail

    The summer sun will stem to
    make the clouds salmon and the
    land bloom. Mayflowers running
    mad at the rain and a nut brown
    Mynah croaking twilight memos
    A field-full of dandelions by the
    knock of autumn and the January
    fog will proceed to head winters
    And the nights will go on to swap
    the tales with the stars and moon


    What that skies have for me
    hasn't reached to me yet. And
    I know one day my eyes will
    stop seeing around, ears will
    stop attending the voices and
    I know I would be gone but
    what that skies have for me
    will prevail.

    —SG

  • theinkdomain 7w

    c/p

    You are everything I ever loved
    and everything I will ever love
    no matter how it will be or
    how it is going now

    —SG

  • theinkdomain 7w

    A Spring Sunday

    Dear spring, there may be a drizzle rift of April hawthorns betwixt your brisk hellebores and my thereon May bulbs; nonetheless,I don't spy myself away from you, you sprout the seed of esprit in me with the very prime hit of rye-sprouts, my heart pumps blood sharp as an athlete with every bloom you bloom in the fruits and flowers. My veins slope the rosy sky dyes and mountains save my winter vapours with a new green tide. You make my AMs extra effortless with raw soundtracks, the swishing buds and blades, the birds singing and creeks trickling tones to my ears. Nights appear more honest with white moon waving welcome through bouquets and air whisking warm like a 22yr October blushing bride

    The first mayflower
    Arbutus blossom lane
    Shangri-La, season 1

    —SG

  • theinkdomain 8w

    #free #wod

    Take my orange heart �� @writersnetwork

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    Hello, September!

    I feel the coffee-freckled
    sky full of mulberry beads
    grasping gears of high
    noon fog and autumn
    air ruffling through my
    curls as I sit under the
    hats of willow warms
    and mellow maples

    A September
    shower hints at the
    weather wetting me
    to cinnamon honeyed
    hay, the coco shelled
    barks, a boysenberry
    buffer of aster-orchid
    blooms and the blood
    orange scent of a new
    season. It effortlessly
    looks abrupt and weird
    under the corn light of
    an overweight moon and
    the lemon toasted stars

    In lands the dawn piping
    the notes of chiffchaffs
    and magpie, the cabbage
    whites lingering over the
    rhubarb stems. And I see
    the sun over the skyline
    smiling brighter than in
    August after the last
    night harvest feast

    —SG

  • theinkdomain 8w

    c/p

    I love you the way the sun loves the day and
    moon the night particular than the rainbow
    after rain and honest than the stars to night

    —SG

  • theinkdomain 8w

    Colour of Love

    His heart is a red hibiscus
    wrapped in an aspen sheet
    of love pure like a new book
    Delicate as a young woman
    yet growing & caring through
    A laugh of bangles locked in
    its beat radiating the light of
    a firefly & colors of a lorikeet
    So, what else do I need to love
    if not his beautiful heart? What
    else is the colour of love if not
    the colour of his heart?

    //Love is him and the colour of his
    heart nothing less nothing more //


    — SG

  • theinkdomain 9w

    #chainverse

    Random xdd

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    p o e t r y

    Poetry- the voice of heart
    Heart beating in love
    Love that breathes pain
    Pain bringing in peace
    Peace that lasts forever

    –SG