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I see love From the chirping birds From yawning animals From awakening kittens The nature plays the role... I get oneness From sounding trees From roaring clouds From floating asteroids The nature wins the heart... I find unending pleasure From everlasting greeneries From amazing sunrise From crystal clear waterfall The nature poses the aesthetics... I grab the inspiration From the mammoth stabled mountain From Soaking valley of mystery From waving stream of sea The nature reveals the riveting joy... #naturediariesbyarpit #love#nature(Same, mentioned below 👇) #adventurous#yopowrimo #justme#yqbaba I see love From the chirping birds From y

I see love From the chirping birds From yawning animals From awakening kittens The nature plays the role... I get oneness From sounding trees From roaring clouds From floating asteroids The nature wins the heart... I find unending pleasure From everlasting greeneries From amazing sunrise From crystal clear waterfall The nature poses the aesthetics... I grab the inspiration From the mammoth stabled mountain From Soaking valley of mystery From waving stream of sea The nature reveals the riveting joy... #naturediariesbyarpit #love#nature(Same, mentioned below 👇) #adventurous#yopowrimo #justme#yqbaba I see love From the chirping birds From y

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In the tens of thousands Of wassailing molecules Colliding left and right, In the congested alleyways Of this ancient, Spanish town, My swirling, begotten mind Wanders, far and wide-- (CAPTION) "Release" In the tens of thousands Of wassailing molecules Colliding left and right, In the congested alleyways Of this ancient, Spanish to

In the tens of thousands Of wassailing molecules Colliding left and right, In the congested alleyways Of this ancient, Spanish town, My swirling, begotten mind Wanders, far and wide-- (CAPTION) "Release" In the tens of thousands Of wassailing molecules Colliding left and right, In the congested alleyways Of this ancient, Spanish to

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It is a priviledge to be loved and embraced by the meter and the rhyme and caressed by soft metaphors and sharp alliterations of poet. It is a privilege to be universal art that converge in a single thought expressed with fluffy strokes and the muse of a single symbol of artist. It is a privilege to be loved and celebrated with dialogue, mourned with quote and elevated to a pedestal by a canticle of author. It is a privilege to be loved and sync with themuse of long and weary nights of concentration. And part of passionate lyrics in melancholic music as each is recited with the intonation of rising ardour of singer. It is a misery and joy to be loved and be of unrequited provocative inspiration to the riveting mind of a lone and solitary person, like you. ©Aarchi Advani It is a priviledge to be loved and embraced by the meter and the rhyme and caressed by soft metaphors and sharp alliterations of poet.

It is a priviledge to be loved and embraced by the meter and the rhyme and caressed by soft metaphors and sharp alliterations of poet. It is a privilege to be universal art that converge in a single thought expressed with fluffy strokes and the muse of a single symbol of artist. It is a privilege to be loved and celebrated with dialogue, mourned with quote and elevated to a pedestal by a canticle of author. It is a privilege to be loved and sync with themuse of long and weary nights of concentration. And part of passionate lyrics in melancholic music as each is recited with the intonation of rising ardour of singer. It is a misery and joy to be loved and be of unrequited provocative inspiration to the riveting mind of a lone and solitary person, like you. ©Aarchi Advani It is a priviledge to be loved and embraced by the meter and the rhyme and caressed by soft metaphors and sharp alliterations of poet.

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she finds words in colours and colours in words (caption) *mahalakshmi – one vernal mystic* she wears a crown of lilacs soaring and swooping in a green paradise cruising on her spellbinding stylogr

she finds words in colours and colours in words (caption) *mahalakshmi – one vernal mystic* she wears a crown of lilacs soaring and swooping in a green paradise cruising on her spellbinding stylogr

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Lo! 'Tis thee, I glean, approaching-- The long-lost heart of my dreams. Perchance, now, thou shalt remain Far longer than the usual moments, Thou hast opted to come here. Aye, let's ride through the roads-- Beyond the mountains over yonder; Let's fly through the by-lines Of yesteryear's wondrous feats. Mayhap, 'tis an apt signal to discard The hurt--the ancient, bitter betrayal Between two foolish youths Who took so intimate an upfront-- Merely as a doltish jeer, 'twas meant. Nay, my dear, cease the erupting sneer-- Unsmear thy lovely eyes with choler. Let thy adoring bosom friend Make up for that erstwhile hate. For, I'm still that same auld companion, Thou used to know, so depthly. I'm still the lover, thou thought Thou lost, way before all these aches. Thus, here's my tiny peace offering To make thee dimple and cheer-- Another riveting joyride through life! "Reunion" Lo! 'Tis thee, I glean, approaching-- The long-lost heart of my dreams. Perchance, now, thou shalt remain Far longer than the usu

Lo! 'Tis thee, I glean, approaching-- The long-lost heart of my dreams. Perchance, now, thou shalt remain Far longer than the usual moments, Thou hast opted to come here. Aye, let's ride through the roads-- Beyond the mountains over yonder; Let's fly through the by-lines Of yesteryear's wondrous feats. Mayhap, 'tis an apt signal to discard The hurt--the ancient, bitter betrayal Between two foolish youths Who took so intimate an upfront-- Merely as a doltish jeer, 'twas meant. Nay, my dear, cease the erupting sneer-- Unsmear thy lovely eyes with choler. Let thy adoring bosom friend Make up for that erstwhile hate. For, I'm still that same auld companion, Thou used to know, so depthly. I'm still the lover, thou thought Thou lost, way before all these aches. Thus, here's my tiny peace offering To make thee dimple and cheer-- Another riveting joyride through life! "Reunion" Lo! 'Tis thee, I glean, approaching-- The long-lost heart of my dreams. Perchance, now, thou shalt remain Far longer than the usu

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It's bliss and it's mine; It keeps me sane; It enlivens my psyche. (CAPTION) "Overdose" It's bliss and it's mine; It keeps me sane; It enlivens my chaotic psyche. All those coruscating colors-- A genuine kaleidoscop

It's bliss and it's mine; It keeps me sane; It enlivens my psyche. (CAPTION) "Overdose" It's bliss and it's mine; It keeps me sane; It enlivens my chaotic psyche. All those coruscating colors-- A genuine kaleidoscop

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The walls have ears, they assert. They hear all the myriad encounters Amongst and betwixt the people Who come and go through the doors. (CAPTION) "The Walls Have Ears" The walls have ears, they assert. They hear all the myriad encounters Amongst and betwixt the people Who come and go

The walls have ears, they assert. They hear all the myriad encounters Amongst and betwixt the people Who come and go through the doors. (CAPTION) "The Walls Have Ears" The walls have ears, they assert. They hear all the myriad encounters Amongst and betwixt the people Who come and go

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There's this painting in my living room And everytime I stand before it, gazing, it tells me a whole new story than before. //Caption There's this painting in my living room Bedecking the otherwise sour wall And the arcane is what's painted there For, everytime I stand be

There's this painting in my living room And everytime I stand before it, gazing, it tells me a whole new story than before. //Caption There's this painting in my living room Bedecking the otherwise sour wall And the arcane is what's painted there For, everytime I stand be

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Ah! You offer me a running commentary And laugh as you admit how good it was To do the adventure, on your own! (CAPTION) "Young Blood" You come home-- Bursting with youthful excitement; Your supple cheeks flushed, Whilst your beautiful eyes sparkle with mirth.

Ah! You offer me a running commentary And laugh as you admit how good it was To do the adventure, on your own! (CAPTION) "Young Blood" You come home-- Bursting with youthful excitement; Your supple cheeks flushed, Whilst your beautiful eyes sparkle with mirth.

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"'Tis not the time for missing," he murmurs, "'Tis another life, another day." (CAPTION) "One Tired Sailor" One weary sailor, plodding along the shore-- Thinking his life so empty, believing he's about to go-- To go heed the per

"'Tis not the time for missing," he murmurs, "'Tis another life, another day." (CAPTION) "One Tired Sailor" One weary sailor, plodding along the shore-- Thinking his life so empty, believing he's about to go-- To go heed the per