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Jahnavi Just doped in enchantment of nature and pen ��

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  • witchwithwords 32w

    She was a girl endorsing
    with the fact of plain white sky
    U N T I L
    He met her with lanterns in his smile
    and gave her sky, the color of blue
    with lots of jinxes, made her sail
    into his brine...

    ©witchwithwords | UNTIL

  • witchwithwords 34w

    ©witchwithwords
    15-04-21 ~ 8:00 AM ��

    @mirakee @writersnetwork
    #Blooms #flowers #misfortune #happy #spring

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    We were a good blooms
    A T A W R O N G P L A C E
    We were attractive blooms
    F O R A M I S F O R T U N E D O N E S
    We were dead blooms
    T O A H A P P Y S P R I N G

    ~ WWW | BLOOMS.

  • witchwithwords 34w

    The places we left still breathes our part
    aura by aura...

    Walking down the streets once we
    walked together drag me into the
    insignia,

    The swings we sat on cries out of the
    rust whispering the songs u we're
    singing for me like a chant that is
    holy as ever.

    The water hitting the rock forcefully
    screams at me asking where you are,
    I say them, you've died!
    bowing my head down...

    Then oceans pull me into it and tell
    me glomming, "Can you both come
    back together? and cherish me making
    me sweet like you both did, because
    now they'll notice me salty"...

    I walk away from the ocean,
    unanswering its questions!
    These questions pinch my heart
    and make me bleed on them, on
    the places and things which
    remembers "US"
    not just "Me" or "You"!

    When flowers were blossoming new,
    Constellation was dreaming of us,
    Void betwixt our fingers was unspaced,
    When love was blind, love was hysterical,
    love was wild.
    Seasons seemed the same, colors went
    fade! You and I felt souls belonging to
    white-winged glare,
    It seemed we were all of the
    Soulful red and inseparable glue,

    But we are barely dewing blue,
    Now it's hard to rehash that,
    You belong to the sky and the moon
    Leaving me, ahead of a star by star,
    but the places we left still breathes
    our part aura by aura...


    ©witchwithwords
    11-04-21 ~ 12:15 AM ��

    @mirakee @writersnetwork
    @pakhi1738 #sky #moon #aura #blue

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    You belong to the sky and the moon
    Leaving me, ahead of a star by star,
    but the places we left still breathes
    our part aura by aura...

    ~WWW | AURA BY AURA
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  • witchwithwords 36w

    ©witchwithwords
    2-4-21 ~9:50 AM ��

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod wod
    @pakhi1738 #He #scream #sorry #guilt

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    He sings a song of sorry and guilt
    I could scream stories of grief.

    I ' M A F R A I D ,

    His songs would rain the tulips
    on my tombstone
    But my scream will end the world!


    ~WWW | Sorry and Scream.

  • witchwithwords 37w

    The soul needs peace over, a chaos
    wrecking the bone by bone & filling the
    grief cell to cell,
    The soul needs to enjoy the sunrise over,
    the dawn endlessly kissing the eyes and
    hugging with nightmares,
    The soul needs a hymn of albatross over,
    the chants of the crows inducing to a
    self-harm rhythms,
    The soul needs a holy dew fondling the skin
    Over, the touches still flowing through blood
    to blood, stimulating to the death,
    The soul needs a fragrance of wild blooms,
    Over, the stench of scandalous blossoms
    riping the essence of a happy life,
    The soul wants to drench in dense water,
    to cleanse the nostalgia of demon's pierce's
    all over the skull.

    The soul is hollowed
    in the senses of a bruise!

    they call it a delicate
    Is that the reason to violate?

    If it was delicate
    Why do we pretend to be dared?

    DELICATE OR A STRONG

    The soul deserves a melody
    in between the melancholy,
    Grap that melody into a bag
    because we all know we
    are in a drought!

    ©witchwithwords
    23-03-21 ~ 2:30 PM ��
    @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork
    @pakhi1738

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    DELICATE OR A STRONG,
    The soul deserves a melody
    in between the melancholy,
    Grap that melody into a bag
    because we all know we
    are in a drought!

    ~WWW | THE SOUL
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  • witchwithwords 39w

    Some are the
    flowers destined
    for the corpses,
    Few are the flowers
    cherished for the
    love blossom
    and we were the
    withering petals
    fated to sway far
    for the force of aura,
    when our bodies are
    glooming blue
    and eyes are
    crystal pool!

    ~WWW | Flowers

  • witchwithwords 40w

    He would rip my heart
    and fill the breakage
    with roses through his
    crescent moon
    smile

    And after years now,

    I see him smiling
    with a painful heart
    and covering
    it off from the people,
    pulling out the lethal
    thorns from his soul
    one after another.

    ~WWW | HIS SMILE!

  • witchwithwords 42w

    16-2-21 ~ 11:55 PM ��

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    Some emotions enlight in the dusk
    and fade has a dream in the dawn
    Yet, only a few are the emotions that
    shine throughout the day and lifetime
    same as ever.


    ©witchwithwords | EMOTIONS

  • witchwithwords 44w

    Walking down 12th Street and
    feeling Goosebumps of the 19 teen
    how jerking off my shoe sweat under
    the shocks that never meant to my teen

    We waddled miles where our shoes
    simultaneously shared the different
    emotions,
    Gashes of my clashing miles
    Daisies of my lovable city lights
    Choas of my unanswered keys!

    Bottling your smile one by one
    I roam the miles we ran without fear
    Tweeting the trees alone I put them
    in chaos, they offer me a hammock
    then I struggle with my shoes getting
    soot because all I was used to was
    strutting on your shoes to adjust
    the hammock

    "Giving up on all or Giving it a new birth
    What are doing? Do u store all the
    memories in your heart?" They asked!!
    I'm trying to erase the miles we created,
    though I still see the shoes in my closet
    that make me pause. I spelled it out.

    Some are the insignia of his naughtiness
    where he holds my leg tight and nourish
    my white shoe with all the chocolate cream
    that disturbed him and some, the insignia
    of his love and care where he wiped the
    same off and tied the lays up which would
    have made me fall.

    'I suppress all the memories in my shoes
    rather than the heart', I spelled it meaningful.
    People always find me sarcastic and rude
    So, I don't put the effort to make them
    understand the intensity of the word and
    the tone.

    02-02-21 ~ 8:05 PM ��
    #shoe #memories @writersnetwork
    @mirakee @writersbay

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    I suppress all the memories in my shoes
    rather than the heart !

    SHOES | ©witchwithwords

  • witchwithwords 44w

    //Rails//

    She rails the pretty ocean around her heart
    and glimpse the beauty of the ocean
    with shine in her eyes hiding behind
    at the same time, like the waves
    fascinating yet the legs yearn for a run.

    ©witchwithwords