Category: Pretty
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Dimensional Paradox
5 stars on my wrist, Aligned in a line, Shines and speaks out loud, Reminding me of the galaxy lying on the pin’s point. Smaller enough that after losing a person, We soon meet him in the 4th dimension called time, Maybe in future or in past. These stars, They fade and vanish, But soon…
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The Mighty Man!
I want to color all those paintings, With human eyes which look sad and demotivated, Because they are not being watched. A lot was put into those by the painters, I suppose. I am no artist, But I observe. I want to take everyone to those exhibitions Who are unhappy and messing with their own…
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Poem: Dear Girls!
Welcome to my party, We can collaborate. There is your booze and there, the cigars. In my kitchen, there is some homecooked food too. Groove! Groove! Groove! You are allowed. Talk! Talk! Talk! It is all fine. Advices will be served, if you want. Think this home as a book in your hand. I want…
Supriya Sahu 