thesunshineloves

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  • thesunshineloves 1w

    If they lost their wings,
    instead of getting away,
    help them to fly high.

  • thesunshineloves 1w

    does this make sense?

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    better to begin things together,
    but,
    best to end things together.

  • thesunshineloves 1w

    the only and the best disguise is
    l o v e

  • thesunshineloves 1w

    you're all ready to be in love?
    to fall?

  • thesunshineloves 1w

    I was not here for a while! I'm sorry :(

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    called an angel when doing good,
    but no one knows what made
    the demon do good.

  • thesunshineloves 4w

    #mirakee #wod #pod
    #writersnetwork #pastoralpoem


    ~Like the last sip of honey - be mine~

    driving into pleasant countryside winds,
    reciting to one another, folktales on lips,
    precious handmade tiaras of pancies and petunias,
    bloom in the night while fireflies touch the petals.

    bright phosphenes of nightsky,
    rushing through the meadows by sunset,
    while silk scarf of yours flies, talking us back into time,
    when the first time powercuts were a good time.

    tailing magical butterflies along the valley,
    catching hold of dragonflies in our little hands,
    let's watch the spacious sky laying on rooftops,
    instead of being locked in a mansion.

    where windows don't need bohemian dreamcatchers,
    instead fresh wine from the moonlight served thru windows,
    angels never left by the little house,
    demons of folklores were never new.

    reaching hill tops in caravans filled with canvasses,
    paints from home and native berries,
    nourished with the fresh geosmin, much better life than
    stuck in a darkroom, cabalettes heard by livin' caracasses.

    vanishing in the auroras of night, sleeping under the trees,
    sailing in rivers to approach the long lost soul of mine,
    I reach my town, begging myself to comeback to livin',
    As I call out to myself -
    " Like the last sip of honey - be mine."

    ©thesunshineloves
    17/04/2021

    Pic credits: vimalchandran on insta ♡

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    reaching hill tops in caravans filled with canvasses,
    paints from home and native berries,
    nourished with the fresh geosmin, much better life than
    stuck in a darkroom, cabalettes heard by livin' caracasses.

    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 4w

    - Where am I from? -

    I'm from skies,
    born above the stars.
    zillions of sparkles or gallons of raindrops,
    millions of ounces of petrichor, or,
    countless fairy floss hanging in sky,
    nothing has been comparable to me ever.

    I'm from beneath the lands,
    below the graves,
    rusted hellfire is helpless to my shine,
    roots from ashes of burnt fields,
    still carry the innocent
    scent of flowers, that dies in winters,
    waters from glaciers aren't as pure as me.

    Love lost in the air in my lungs,
    sanguine thoughts with silver lining of crescent,
    my works still alive in my dead brain.
    What's left is,
    my bones,
    that have been inscribed with metaphors,
    still breathing through gravewax, neat.

    I'm the main lead of lost stories,
    the books with no readers,
    like a beautiful moon lost in nights, I'm alive.

    But the truth is,
    I'm the sunshine that lasts alone,
    from the beginning of,
    verses to universes.

    ©thesunshineloves
    16/04/2021



    #mirakee #pod #wod #roots #writersnetwork
    #truthc

    Thanks a lot for the read and repost! ��❤️✨
    Itna pyaar?! LOVE YOU TOO! �� @writersnetwork

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    /but I'm the sunshine that lasts alone,
    from the beginning of,
    verses to universes./

  • thesunshineloves 4w

    15/04/2021
    -------
    Giselle, is a ballet form, first performed in paris.
    There are two acts for Giselle performed.
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    The story of Giselle is a romantic tale of innocent love and betrayal; of philandering Count Albrecht and a trusting peasant maid, Giselle. Although she has a weak heart, Giselle loves to dance. Her beauty has enchanted Albrecht. ... Giselle loses her reason, and the first act ends with the famous mad scene, and her death.
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    The second act is largely dominated by the Wilis, the spirits of maidens who died after being betrayed by their lovers, and take revenge in the night by dancing men to death by exhaustion (a popular theme in Romantic-era ballets). Led by Myrtha, the Queen of the Wilis, they summon Giselle from her grave and target her lover for her death, but Giselle's great love frees him from their grasp. They gain their power in numbers as they effortlessly move through dramatic patterns and synchronized movements, and control the stage with their long tulle dresses and stoic expressions, creating an ethereal atmosphere that builds as they gradually close in on Albrecht. By saving Albrecht from the Wilis, Giselle also saves herself from becoming one of them.


    #mirakee #refrain #pod #wod
    #writersnetwork #writersbay #pbegc





    ✨ G i s e l l e ✨


    What good is a day,
    to recognise what true love is.
    /stories made by god are true,
    for love or hate, is always due./

    A poor heart stuck in love,
    prayed everyday to confess.
    /stories made by god are true,
    for love or hate, is always due./

    The warmth in her heart, turned cold soon,
    bitter truth of heart-break, the deceitful man left.
    /stories made by god are true,
    for love or hate, is always due./

    As snowflakes cover her grave,
    a little flower managed to escape.
    /stories made by god are true,
    for love or hate, is always due./

    The soul, wandered to save her love,
    from being lost in evil conspiracy.
    /stories made by god are true,
    for love or hate, is always due./

    Myrtha, the Queen of the Wilis,
    tries to kill the, poor maiden's lover,
    /stories made by god are true,
    for love or hate, is always due./

    Giselle saves him and herself,
    practice of love had an amazing effect.
    /stories made by god are true,
    for love or hate, is always due./

    ©thesunshineloves


    Thanks a lot for the kind read and repost! ❣️��
    I'm glad you liked this ��❤️✨ @writersnetwork

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    /stories made by god are true,
    for love or hate, is always due./

    ©thesunshineloves

  • thesunshineloves 4w

    let's remind the sobered up world
    about how drunk it was once

    just as the selene drunk in petrichor
    later got tamed by the helios

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  • thesunshineloves 4w

    you seem to be lost,
    you can't see through,
    you don't know when to smile,
    you don't know how to cry,
    you don't seem to be in peace,
    you can't stand in light,
    you don't wish to step into dark, either.

    you talk effortlessly,
    you chose wise words,
    still fail to say what's all your verse,
    you sing everything,
    you dance all the time,
    still fail to be happy.


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