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I have dirty feet and rich eyes. I walk bare foot, jumping into puddles, in swampy terrains, by the beaches, on rainy evenings, over wet fields. I get my feet dirty, my spirits cleansed. I have dirty feet. I have rich eyes. 3. \\Dirty Feet #APoemADay Dirty feet. Not dirty walks. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper

I have dirty feet and rich eyes. I walk bare foot, jumping into puddles, in swampy terrains, by the beaches, on rainy evenings, over wet fields. I get my feet dirty, my spirits cleansed. I have dirty feet. I have rich eyes. 3. \\Dirty Feet #APoemADay Dirty feet. Not dirty walks. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper

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The mountains are calling, and I have to go. I fancy not the peaks where I'm on top of the world. Valleys are my allies. And they're what I fancy. The peaks offer a great view. But the valleys show perspective. What if I scale heights when I can't survive the depths? If the peaks are poems, valleys make their verses. The mountains are calling and I have to go. I enjoy falling and to let go! 3. \\Mountains calling *********************** Valleys are a-musing. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper is sheer fun to do. Thanks for all the love. #APoemADay

The mountains are calling, and I have to go. I fancy not the peaks where I'm on top of the world. Valleys are my allies. And they're what I fancy. The peaks offer a great view. But the valleys show perspective. What if I scale heights when I can't survive the depths? If the peaks are poems, valleys make their verses. The mountains are calling and I have to go. I enjoy falling and to let go! 3. \\Mountains calling *********************** Valleys are a-musing. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper is sheer fun to do. Thanks for all the love. #APoemADay

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Could you ever tame the tempest? She was one such storm. You could call her trouble, but that's just your bubble. Did you not know you'd have to let go? From your bubble, the day ends at sunset. But hey, she broke free. She's the kind to walk into the sunset, and fade into the twilight. The bubble is all you care about, as it tricks you into night and day. But she knows better, my friend. They're just colours of the sky, and not of her soul, nor her spirit. She's the kind to walk into the sunset, and light up the night sky. She's the kind of trouble that'd burst your bubble. She's you and she's me. She's us when we break free. 2. \\Walking into the sunset ************************* Musing over wallpapers is fun. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper series up and running again. Show some love dearies. PS: " A poem a day keeps writer's block away" #APoemADay

Could you ever tame the tempest? She was one such storm. You could call her trouble, but that's just your bubble. Did you not know you'd have to let go? From your bubble, the day ends at sunset. But hey, she broke free. She's the kind to walk into the sunset, and fade into the twilight. The bubble is all you care about, as it tricks you into night and day. But she knows better, my friend. They're just colours of the sky, and not of her soul, nor her spirit. She's the kind to walk into the sunset, and light up the night sky. She's the kind of trouble that'd burst your bubble. She's you and she's me. She's us when we break free. 2. \\Walking into the sunset ************************* Musing over wallpapers is fun. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper series up and running again. Show some love dearies. PS: " A poem a day keeps writer's block away" #APoemADay

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Oh, what shall I speak of his love? He lies there, spending days and nights, amidst the wilderness of the woods, basking in its deafening silence. He waits. Patient. Composed. He waits for the night. He waits for it unlike a tiger waiting to pounce upon a deer. He waits not, for his prey. He waits not, to quench his hunger. He waits, gently in the wilderness. He waits, virtuously so, in a vicious jungle. He waits for her to waltz into the night. He isn't the kind to leave in disdain, when she decays night after night. He'd stare at her crescent smile, and wonder if he's the reason behind it. And when she's a half, he'd wonder if he's the missing half. And when she's full, he'd howl in glee, all mighty! And she would waltz in every night, naive to the twinkling stars around. Only she knew she had craters that only the Wolverine could fill. 1. \\The Wolverine and the Moon *************************** Here's to the first of many in this month's course. Also, I'm hereby resuming my series #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper where I muse over the wallpapers in my poetry! Show some love because I gotta push myself and make sure this month is filled with poetry within and without. #APoemADay

Oh, what shall I speak of his love? He lies there, spending days and nights, amidst the wilderness of the woods, basking in its deafening silence. He waits. Patient. Composed. He waits for the night. He waits for it unlike a tiger waiting to pounce upon a deer. He waits not, for his prey. He waits not, to quench his hunger. He waits, gently in the wilderness. He waits, virtuously so, in a vicious jungle. He waits for her to waltz into the night. He isn't the kind to leave in disdain, when she decays night after night. He'd stare at her crescent smile, and wonder if he's the reason behind it. And when she's a half, he'd wonder if he's the missing half. And when she's full, he'd howl in glee, all mighty! And she would waltz in every night, naive to the twinkling stars around. Only she knew she had craters that only the Wolverine could fill. 1. \\The Wolverine and the Moon *************************** Here's to the first of many in this month's course. Also, I'm hereby resuming my series #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper where I muse over the wallpapers in my poetry! Show some love because I gotta push myself and make sure this month is filled with poetry within and without. #APoemADay

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I'm like a neatly crafted paper-rose, out in the open, trying my best to look real. Neither could I deceive the bees, nor the butterflies. The world watered me, hoping I'd blossom. Turns out, I could deceive the world. Only to soak, and then, fade. I'm like a paper-town on a map. Inexistent. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #13 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

I'm like a neatly crafted paper-rose, out in the open, trying my best to look real. Neither could I deceive the bees, nor the butterflies. The world watered me, hoping I'd blossom. Turns out, I could deceive the world. Only to soak, and then, fade. I'm like a paper-town on a map. Inexistent. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #13 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

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These white pages, spiral-bound. Quite like my diary, where I confess. Confess to myself. Because I cheat a lot, on myself. Everyday. Honesty is a virtue. Honesty to self, a responsibility. I'm flawed. I make sure, I'm not guilty. Diary. Not always a reverie. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #12 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

These white pages, spiral-bound. Quite like my diary, where I confess. Confess to myself. Because I cheat a lot, on myself. Everyday. Honesty is a virtue. Honesty to self, a responsibility. I'm flawed. I make sure, I'm not guilty. Diary. Not always a reverie. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #12 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

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She had a passion, for collecting stamps. Philately. I wrote her letters. She only held on to the stamps. I've lost all passion to write to her, lately. Philately, for her. Philosophy, for me. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #10 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

She had a passion, for collecting stamps. Philately. I wrote her letters. She only held on to the stamps. I've lost all passion to write to her, lately. Philately, for her. Philosophy, for me. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #10 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

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If people became stars after death, they'd still wage war against each other. There'd be bloodshed, everywhere above. The blue sky, would turn purple. Purple is royal. A purple sky isn't. Perplexed. Purplexed. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #9 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

If people became stars after death, they'd still wage war against each other. There'd be bloodshed, everywhere above. The blue sky, would turn purple. Purple is royal. A purple sky isn't. Perplexed. Purplexed. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #9 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

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I was a deep blue, like the wide sky, on a clear morning. Calm, and mellow. You were a bright yellow, like those sunflowers, hitting on the hot sun. Fresh, and flirty. Together, we'd be a lush green, like those pastures, on the river banks. Fiesty, and lively. Too bad, you fell for his riches, royal like purple. Both of you, make a dark brown, like those fallen timbers. Dead, and dreary. Would you have given me a chance, if I were Royal Blue? Or shall I settle for the orange sun? But that'd be a dreary brown, too. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #8 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

I was a deep blue, like the wide sky, on a clear morning. Calm, and mellow. You were a bright yellow, like those sunflowers, hitting on the hot sun. Fresh, and flirty. Together, we'd be a lush green, like those pastures, on the river banks. Fiesty, and lively. Too bad, you fell for his riches, royal like purple. Both of you, make a dark brown, like those fallen timbers. Dead, and dreary. Would you have given me a chance, if I were Royal Blue? Or shall I settle for the orange sun? But that'd be a dreary brown, too. #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #8 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

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I was sent to a special school, where I wouldn't be taken for a fool. I read all my books in Braille, and was never one to fail. I was pretty, they said. The world is petty, they said. I deserve pity, they said. Black, the only colour that I've seen. One of the many colours that I've known. I see that one colour, in it, every colour. I see the world for what it is: DARK. I befriended Black, for a lifetime together. It teaches me to absorb, and yet, stay untouched. My world, black as the night sky, lets me fathom constellations. Black, my teacher. Happy teacher's day. #TeachersDay #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #7 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.

I was sent to a special school, where I wouldn't be taken for a fool. I read all my books in Braille, and was never one to fail. I was pretty, they said. The world is petty, they said. I deserve pity, they said. Black, the only colour that I've seen. One of the many colours that I've known. I see that one colour, in it, every colour. I see the world for what it is: DARK. I befriended Black, for a lifetime together. It teaches me to absorb, and yet, stay untouched. My world, black as the night sky, lets me fathom constellations. Black, my teacher. Happy teacher's day. #TeachersDay #PerksOfBeingAWallpaper #7 Writing about each of the wallpapers that YourQuote provides, built-in. Check the handle out for more of these.