Nikki Reddy
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We see orange,
We see brown,
We see leaves,
on the ground.
We see yellow,
We see red,
above our head.
We See Leaves
Will my dream remain forever a dream? Will my dream remain forever a dream?
Nobody seems to complaint the loss they regularly suffer, Now they curse the legends of the liberty... Nobody seems to complaint the loss they regularly suffer, Now they curse the le...
Vocabulary, a range, a frame of reference, World makes its own inference... Vocabulary, a range, a frame of reference, World makes its own inference...
His body was pierced by shrapnel and was buffeted by pain, But he stood tall mustering all the stre... His body was pierced by shrapnel and was buffeted by pain, But he stood tall mu...
I poured ‘sevdah’ into a porcelain mug and sipped it with my evening tea as the sun again went on it... I poured ‘sevdah’ into a porcelain mug and sipped it with my evening tea as the ...
The poem shows conflict between mind, heart, and soul. The poem shows conflict between mind, heart, and soul.
Late memories of golden time arose Late memories of golden time arose
The sun trespassed and washed me dry, now Nothing bent and nothing hung – the parts no more mine, th... The sun trespassed and washed me dry, now Nothing bent and nothing hung – the pa...
If only, for the long lost horizon.... If only, for the long lost horizon....
Doom had been unleashed Doom had been unleashed
A raw, introspective look at inner turmoil and self-doubt. With haunting imagery and emotional depth... A raw, introspective look at inner turmoil and self-doubt. With haunting imagery...
Questions for the loss of basic ‘Unity’ Questions for the loss of basic ‘Unity’
"Only the glass pricked through my eye And last night's mattress spoke of its lumps..." "Only the glass pricked through my eye And last night's mattress spoke of its lu...
I am young, forever, under this sky. I am young, forever, under this sky.
A poetic exploration of solitude, memories, and the complexities of feeling both at peace and lost. ... A poetic exploration of solitude, memories, and the complexities of feeling both...
The poem shows that a husband should respect his wife and spend time with her. The poem shows that a husband should respect his wife and spend time with her.
Let's make ashes tonight... Let's make ashes tonight...
This is home, Where a part of me still lives... This is home, Where a part of me still lives...
It's the game of fame That people forget their known, As if they were unknown . It's the game of ... It's the game of fame That people forget their known, As if they were unknown ...
The poem shows how to fight fear. The poem shows how to fight fear.
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