Margo Das
Abstract Horror
Spirits were dancing
To perfect beats of silence
Into afterlife
Queendom
Butterfly
Spirit
Sunset
Bright
Future Times,...
Writing
Tough Luck
The Forbidden...
I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder... I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder...
nice.. nice..
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence. Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence.
Where's the freedom, where's the life? Where's the freedom, where's the life?
Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside... Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside...
Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights... Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights...
The Rainbow is then certain to appear... The Rainbow is then certain to appear...
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity.. Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity..
Motherland.... Motherland....
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
fierce lovely water... fierce lovely water...
It’s the money you think, that will make you happy? It’s the money you think, that will make you happy?
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