The strong natural perfume of a blossom sprays onto my nose. Before I notice, its petals flows away a distance more. My lips from the corners starts giving a curve forming a beautiful emotion, ‘smile’.
I quitely sit down on the swing and forced my legs to a distant. Its magical but does it really matters?
The calming noises of the flowing leaves fell into my ears, it embraces me effortlessly. The tree of common spring leaves or petals descends upon me.
And till the sunset presents,
My poetries will be unleashed.
If one could recall them,
My poetries will be fullfilled.
And the moon I saw alike,
Just feels as you.
An odour in your palms,
And a flower beyond ur ear.
For the protestation inside my heart,
Bring the flowers.
Bring the rings.
I may not admit,
But I love those things.
On July ten two thousand twenty four.
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My love for poetries started when I first fell in love. I started reading poetries everyday and started memorising it.
All days after conversing about him I used to scrrible in a rough paper. Day more day, my love grew more and more. The way those sunset even felt no beauty when he's in front.
Everything is never so usual.
I pick up the blossom flower and put it up behind and upright my ears.
Knowing he would do that. The moments I spent with him were worth dreaming. People say, girls should ask before even she breaths.
Wow. Women were such some goddess when they are In their power form. I affirmed the man from my dreams I dream about, every night.
The freedom to be a women is not even in the 21st . What so we expect from 90s. Honestly, I loved being in my poetic world.
Maximum hundred words, a day. And my motive for poetries is. Him.
His loftful eyes and mesmerizing heart caught my eye forever. My eyes everyday search for his grasp.
It clungs forever into my poor heart breathtakingly.
If I ever talked about my dream, then it would be becoming a writer and achieving something for it.
My memories were through which used to think.
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