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Iva Sivaraja Poem
When I die...
I’m an explosion of bubbles,
Just like how a bubble encases the air within it,
I become that air.
In ‘time’ that very air will dissipate.
Blended together to form what we know as ‘The Everything’.
The ONE.
Copyright © Iva Sivaraja | Year Posted 2016
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Iva Sivaraja Poem
I'm reserved and yet outspoken,
I'm open and yet I keep secrets,
I'm filled with anger and yet I embrace love,
I'm simple and yet complex,
I am a nebula with life to give,
Who am I?
I'm life's contradictions!
Copyright © Iva Sivaraja | Year Posted 2016
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Iva Sivaraja Poem
She is a curl of lace
You should have seen the look on her face
But if you doubt me just in case
This is her face
Wearing a ribbon made of silk and lace.
Copyright © Iva Sivaraja | Year Posted 2016
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