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The Dream Doodler

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𝕥ꫝꪖ𝕥 ᦔꪖꪗ ᭙ꫝꫀꪀ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ꪶꪖꪜꫀꪀᦔꫀ𝕣ⅈડꫝ ᠻ𝕣ꪖᧁ𝕣ꪖꪀᥴꫀ ડꫀꫀρꫀᦔ 𝕥ꫝ𝕣ꪮꪊᧁꫝ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ᥇ꫀꪖꪀડ ꪮᠻ ꫀડρ𝕣ꫀડડꪮ, ᧁꪮꪶᦔꫀꪀ ᭙ꪮ𝕣ᦔડ ᥴꪮꪑρꪮડꫀᦔ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ꫝꪗꪑꪀ ꪮꪀ 𝕥ꫝꪮડꫀ ꪗꫀꪶꪶꪮ᭙ⅈડꫝ ρꪖᧁꫀડ ꪮᠻ ડꪮꪊꪶ That day when the lavenderish fragrance seeped through the beans of espresso Golden words composed the hymn on those yellowish pages of s

𝕥ꫝꪖ𝕥 ᦔꪖꪗ ᭙ꫝꫀꪀ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ꪶꪖꪜꫀꪀᦔꫀ𝕣ⅈડꫝ ᠻ𝕣ꪖᧁ𝕣ꪖꪀᥴꫀ ડꫀꫀρꫀᦔ 𝕥ꫝ𝕣ꪮꪊᧁꫝ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ᥇ꫀꪖꪀડ ꪮᠻ ꫀડρ𝕣ꫀડડꪮ, ᧁꪮꪶᦔꫀꪀ ᭙ꪮ𝕣ᦔડ ᥴꪮꪑρꪮડꫀᦔ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ꫝꪗꪑꪀ ꪮꪀ 𝕥ꫝꪮડꫀ ꪗꫀꪶꪶꪮ᭙ⅈડꫝ ρꪖᧁꫀડ ꪮᠻ ડꪮꪊꪶ That day when the lavenderish fragrance seeped through the beans of espresso Golden words composed the hymn on those yellowish pages of s

Vansh Kumar

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Story of an egg My answer for the riddle - Egg What is sorrunded by food debates for foodies like us ? But yet there's yet no conclusion . Some of us like

Story of an egg My answer for the riddle - Egg What is sorrunded by food debates for foodies like us ? But yet there's yet no conclusion . Some of us like

Rabiya Nizam

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Writing a job or passion ? (In caption) Writing is not a job Not a role Not a responsibility to fulfill, It is the power, It is the passion The burning cinder of insanity Which mak

Writing a job or passion ? (In caption) Writing is not a job Not a role Not a responsibility to fulfill, It is the power, It is the passion The burning cinder of insanity Which mak

A NEW DAWN

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Writing a job or passion ? (In caption) Writing is not a job Not a role Not a responsibility to fulfill, It is the power, It is the passion The burning cinder of insanity Which mak

Writing a job or passion ? (In caption) Writing is not a job Not a role Not a responsibility to fulfill, It is the power, It is the passion The burning cinder of insanity Which mak

Mir Hossain

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Infancy childhood ©Mir Hossain Nazminara Khatun INFANCY I was once your shadowy companion Our ties was as breath to life. In the muddy river and mango grove I chased

Infancy childhood ©Mir Hossain Nazminara Khatun INFANCY I was once your shadowy companion Our ties was as breath to life. In the muddy river and mango grove I chased

The Dream Doodler

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Just me and you •••••••••••••••••••• What holds the yellowish book on the shelf? Too close to heart, just as I hold you The pages fade, but

Just me and you •••••••••••••••••••• What holds the yellowish book on the shelf? Too close to heart, just as I hold you The pages fade, but

Sanjana Kumar

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East. I'll walk back to where I came from which is a home that was mine. And that home, is still mine. The blood rivers are still mine. The blood lakes are still. Mine. caption East. I. The bed is a partitioned framework. The very weak nightlight is the only limitation because without it I would like to spring off

East. I'll walk back to where I came from which is a home that was mine. And that home, is still mine. The blood rivers are still mine. The blood lakes are still. Mine. caption East. I. The bed is a partitioned framework. The very weak nightlight is the only limitation because without it I would like to spring off

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°°Awakening Humanity°° | caption | °°Awakening Humanity°° The Sun set behind the hills and casts a shadow on the puddles of humanity. Some smiling faces shine in the morning

°°Awakening Humanity°° | caption | °°Awakening Humanity°° The Sun set behind the hills and casts a shadow on the puddles of humanity. Some smiling faces shine in the morning