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Some say hardest goodbyes are those that are never said, leaving you in a limbo. Others say the hardest goodbye is the one when you keep standing tall with a smile on your face while you crumple and fall apart on the inside. I have experienced both and it’s hard to say for sure…cause, with hindsight, both hit me differently at any given time. ©jumbledthoughts
Eyes mirror the soul what if it changes its goalwill we love new role.Darkness occupies mindheart searches for a voice kindtreasure rare to findlove brings light and joyeyes shine without a new ploydarkness gets destroy.©antarraal
Refer - Zora - dawn (Croatian)Vignettes -vivid scenes , pictureEuphony - pleasing or sweet sound#haiku @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
Etched on the azureAre vignettes of hued grandeuran art that alluresLike a symphonyResonating euphony nature's harmony©soulfulstirrings
#rhyme #haiku #wod
They etch muses on skies Of fallacious metaphors And gleeful pink lies They pick tales from towns You could call them sorcerers They weave smiles from frowns They turn thoughts to art,Heartbreaks to blue poetriesThey mask grief with mirthThey have admirers,The world calls them, poets, artistsI call them liars©_lostt
Rain whispered a poem to the sun and it gifted rainbow to the sky.©finch_
Saranghae @namastayaway ❤️#wod #haiku @writersnetwork @miraquill
Clouds bedeck her waySpring sweetens sonnets for faeHeart hums Saranghae©_astitva_
All Written Rights ReservedSeptember/23/2021 (10:10 am) ©Arya AbhipsaThe sun dies, only to let the moon breathe in the life sitting upon it's ashes. What is love, if not the gentlest tragedy in disguise?edit : @writersnetwork thankyou WN! good day <3
the sun is buried within the casket of her eyesthe moon is cradled in the womb of mine when our lips meetI tastethe ashes of and she breathes in the trembles of the bones of honey, we're the dusk of tragedy and the dawn of peace © a r y a a b h i p s a
Sometimes I don't read a book until the end. I close it in the middle... as soon as it begins to disturb my peace and sanity. And I don't care what happened with the protagonist next, how the story unfolded. I'm no longer pestered by the questions, that once used to bother me so much. I gift that book to someone else. And I let it go... without any disappointment or resentment. Maybe our love was one such book I had to close midway.©whitewings
Love warm breezes kissWhispering rain glistens mistClouds part sun persists
On dry hope of veinI've dropped inky stainTo do a poetic rain.©lady_witch