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The scream of fireworks

The scream of fireworks

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Dear little chum, Here is my open letter to you.Misery is like a carnival, humming by in waves of the blast.echoing through the Thundering skies from miles away ,the scream of fireworks And sparkling lights ,become blood rain,it pours with the color red you poor Lil soul might be excited painting puzzle with your dead blood.Dear little chum, I can hear your shout on the wind, My heart clogged by mysterious throbbing my tears want to ,blast like a missile I don't know where to jump on, the land of blood. I have put myself in your ,place for an…
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Daddy you are hidden in my soul

Daddy you are hidden in my soul

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Daddy, you are hidden in my soul. A mist enshrouds the heart, a hidden well, Where emotions dwell, and stories swell. An endless sky, a canvas vast and wide, Each hue, each shade mixed with my splash of sadness. A beacon lost upon the shore, A guiding light, I see no more, Your laughter echoes through the halls, An empty space where silence falls. The stories told, the wisdom shared, In every word, I know you cared, Your love was fierce, your heart so bold, A warmth that shields me from the cold. I close my eyes and feel you…
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A canvas of the ocean

A canvas of the ocean

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A canvas of the oceanRinrainbow I poured a splash of colour into my existence.And I captured it on the canvas of the ocean.There is a mysterious story in this painting,splash colour of gloom in my core.There is a rainbow colourwhich is my words for the broken heart.And grey was the love of my life.I mixed each colourto make this canvas of the ocean.Because I want the story of my lifeto disappear with the spilling waves.Because life goes on with the time-lapseeven our eyes of stone overserve the Drifts.The colour of your innocenceis the heart's purity that is never quite.To grip…
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The Rhythm of my wave

The Rhythm of my wave

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I made a story with a splash of tears. And this story is just for you to remind my affection. I am trying to run from this crowd, But still, I sealed myself with your unwanted shackle. My imagination is killing me tenderly day by day And my hope just became ash I scatter this ash in the sea. The rhythm of my wave is throbbing fast, And It is hard to texture my sensation of melancholy. I made a story with this rhythm of my heart, And it is floating with your glee, When you are alone, you will…
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Another birthday without you Daddy

Another birthday without you Daddy

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They say misery is easier to endure as time goes by, But that doesn't stop me from deliberating why? I was only twelve years old When mum told me had you died. I didn't fully know what it meant. I felt traumatized, but I still cried. I didn't know how immense a hole your passing would leave. I didn't realize how much loneliness I was about to sense. Daddy, I stopped celebrating my birthday anymore It’s supposed to be a happy day. A celebration of my life Daddy, I loved you my whole life and life without you is really…
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A poem for Queen Elizabeth II

A poem for Queen Elizabeth II

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She may snipe me with her glorious words, she may cut me with her graceful eyes, she encouraged incalculable peoples showed her infinite amorous inclination. She walked in her magnificent way. She showed her gratitude toward the world She is the one who restructured a nation. Her beauty that majestic shines And her dearest which doth intensifies us. She is an emblem of supremacy and vigour. She is sitting on our throne of core, We broke thousand times, and She is the one who fabricated it again. She sacrificed her life for royalty She helped people bloom like flowers.…
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