When troubles bleed you red,
Miseries beat your purple,
When situations snatch your shine,
Loneliness kills your golden flame;
When life leaves you pale,
Snatching away all your colors,
Throwing you into pitch darkness
of the starless, dull nights,
I will be your moon in the empty sky.
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Shape Poetry by Ram Chanduri
PoezjaDo you know what the universe is made of? It's made up of infitesimal thoughts clubbed together as conscious atoms. Slowly, these atoms evolve and arrange themselves into various shapes. When poetry is added to these shapes, these shapes get life.