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Petals in the white form, Decoy to the approaching doom. Small droplets rests ever so gently, Digging heels into the soft petals of evil Life flashes by, Crumpling and crushing the life out. Maybe there were never meant to be, Yet they formed the circle of light. Delights of the Dawn

Petals in the white form, Decoy to the approaching doom. Small droplets rests ever so gently, Digging heels into the soft petals of evil Life flashes by, Crumpling and crushing the life out. Maybe there were never meant to be, Yet they formed the circle of light. Delights of the Dawn

Dileshwori Joshi

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The change from dawn to dusk, I crave for this morning, and I crave for this dusk. Its not just a dawn and a dusk, its a beauty that gets engraved in the heart. How do I define you what the beauty is? The beauty that gets reflected in the morning dews, afternoon shine and the evening lights. The beauty of dawn and the dusk.

The change from dawn to dusk, I crave for this morning, and I crave for this dusk. Its not just a dawn and a dusk, its a beauty that gets engraved in the heart. How do I define you what the beauty is? The beauty that gets reflected in the morning dews, afternoon shine and the evening lights. The beauty of dawn and the dusk.

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NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD GIRL

NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD GIRL

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waiting is not the solution ... move ahead and change ur timeline. # A day marks the end of dawn

waiting is not the solution ... move ahead and change ur timeline. # A day marks the end of dawn

Kenny Raines

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Niggt of the living dead" oil underpainting

Niggt of the living dead" oil underpainting

Seagrette Omi Ngaihlian

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The last resort The only medium I could resort to When my days are gray, When I need you most But heaven forbids are - dreams. In my dreams do I, Seek for a glimpse of you. Each night I get fixed on turning my dreams into a cynosure for us both.. And each time I see you, Waking up is expendable.. Sometimes I feel my dreams As though they were reality. There's nothing I could do, When reality strikes me hard and I wake up thinking you were there, But you were gone-long gone. Now,I only have my dreams As the last resort to see you. But even then,not in all my dreams Were you there.. For I had no control over it. #dreams#a cynosure of the dead and the living

The last resort The only medium I could resort to When my days are gray, When I need you most But heaven forbids are - dreams. In my dreams do I, Seek for a glimpse of you. Each night I get fixed on turning my dreams into a cynosure for us both.. And each time I see you, Waking up is expendable.. Sometimes I feel my dreams As though they were reality. There's nothing I could do, When reality strikes me hard and I wake up thinking you were there, But you were gone-long gone. Now,I only have my dreams As the last resort to see you. But even then,not in all my dreams Were you there.. For I had no control over it. #dreams#a cynosure of the dead and the living

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Only the dead have seen the end of war.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.

Lakshmi Menon

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He was a passionate paranormal investigator, Yet skeptical. For many nights he covered sites, Which had the reputation of being haunted. Some nights he could record some inaudible noises, Some nights he got nothing. His disillusionment turned into desperation making him vulnerable. Until one night, during one of his investigations, He saw her. She first made contact with him in the deserted ECT room, Where during a ghastly therapy session, She stopped breathing and lost her life, She was a brilliant pianist and a child prodigy. But like most artists, she had a troubled life, The piano was her comforter and rescuer. Until one day, she got so involved in composing a piece, She forgot all track of time. She fell unconscious due to exhaustion, And opened her eyes in the hospital. To the world she was a lunatic, But she was only an artist who wanted to play the piano. When he heard her story, he realized. To see ghosts, you must first believe in them. For when you are desperate and call them, They will come. Because they trust you, And your pain... ©Lakshmi Menon The 5th Story of the Voice of the Dead series. Unheard melody #lostfeelings

He was a passionate paranormal investigator, Yet skeptical. For many nights he covered sites, Which had the reputation of being haunted. Some nights he could record some inaudible noises, Some nights he got nothing. His disillusionment turned into desperation making him vulnerable. Until one night, during one of his investigations, He saw her. She first made contact with him in the deserted ECT room, Where during a ghastly therapy session, She stopped breathing and lost her life, She was a brilliant pianist and a child prodigy. But like most artists, she had a troubled life, The piano was her comforter and rescuer. Until one day, she got so involved in composing a piece, She forgot all track of time. She fell unconscious due to exhaustion, And opened her eyes in the hospital. To the world she was a lunatic, But she was only an artist who wanted to play the piano. When he heard her story, he realized. To see ghosts, you must first believe in them. For when you are desperate and call them, They will come. Because they trust you, And your pain... ©Lakshmi Menon The 5th Story of the Voice of the Dead series. Unheard melody #lostfeelings