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There are days when imagination runs its wild horses across the lush, green, untainted canvas ... There are days when imagination runs its wild horses across the lush, gree...
So push your limits and take that leap, Forget for once, comfort and sleep... So push your limits and take that leap, Forget for once, comfort and sleep...
The poem is a desire to be a writer. The poem is a desire to be a writer.
Take my smiles, consider them your own, be the sun in the clouds, one that shone. Take my smiles, consider them your own, be the sun in the clouds, on...
Words flowed like rivulets, In the valley of her conscience. Words flowed like rivulets, In the valley of her conscience.
The poem compares the love with flowers. The poem compares the love with flowers.
I am not the colour of my eyes, Nor the sound of my voice, I am not my beach tan skin, I am not the colour of my eyes, Nor the sound of my voice, I am not my bea...
Some time during these hectic years, Ones I've grown up in.... Some time during these hectic years, Ones I've grown up in....
The poem shows the love of a daughter towards mother. The poem shows the love of a daughter towards mother.
Is it really safe? Will it ever be? Is this how man treats man?! Is it really safe? Will it ever be? Is this how man treats man?!