Sailing over the most gracious silver moon immersed into stelliferous seiche waves. Happy oysters gaze through sparkling pearls. The silence, the breeze bestows content and delight. solitude frolicking with lavender sillage through the smiling night!
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No slave won true freedom by simply asking for it from their oppressors ... slaves won true freedom by suddenlly realizing they weren't slaves in the first place... and that freedom isn't something you earn but something you imbibe.
The sooner u realise the better
This are not just words
Being a slave doesn't mean binded by chains
It can be sin or things of the past
Let's be overcomers
@2023
H2O
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When form betroths function — the honeymoon awaits
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“One can blame the moon for many strange things, but most of all for toying with heart strings.”
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When you join the “lost your mother” club, other members do not congratulate you, but tell their own sad tale, swaddling you in their cocooned tears.
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Learn the rules of the daylight
then break them under the moonlight;
The world is oversaturated.
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Just when the oysters allowed the pearls to shine under the moon light......
Just when the bud allowed petals to smile under glittering light.....
Just when the mist allowed the droplets to create a rainbow on the pane...
Just then I realised how blessed I am!!!
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"Dates, Times and World events, Nothing is hidden under the Sun, Stars and Moon".
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New time 48 noon ulta 84 evening good night
Aghori mhabharamnad
Jagdish bajantri
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The moon n the stars are the deariees of ever dearth dark lonely night
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Majestic heralds in form of misty fog silently convey the roar of yearning mountains.
The eternal silence of sea giggling n tickling the feet, display the clamor of a child. Dancing rainbows over restless waves invite for ballad.
Silently pouring rain wipes off the tears n fears, silent mentor calls on the terrace to show how quietly it washes off what's not desired.
Dense forests, gorgeous moon, twinkling stars......silence speaks
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Max Burchett, a writer, singer and songwriter, crooner, a teller of tales, a dream maker, soul shaker and captivator, hoping that in verse and prose he prevails
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Under the starlit sky, basking under the moonlight, I think of you.
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When two envious women gather against you , don’t worry and prepare a chair . Sooner than later you will be sitting in a theatre’s balcony watching how they grab at each other’s throat .
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O Moon! You are the fire in my character, you are the water carrying depth and intensity, you are the air in my strength to surrender, you inside my earth grant me patience and devotion.
Allow my tatva to embrace wisdom n be righteous in every situation.
For you have never taught me to fall, hence I shall always rise!
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O Moon! The creator of my character, the treasure of my emotions; here I come along with the Supreme Charioteer in form of coiled life force in the spine, to surrender to you and provide me strength and wisdom.
Lord Krishna, my dearest companion hold me strong; you are the only one upon whom I can count.
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Just have fun and trust noone
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Kisi ki bhi fan following mein andhay ho kar qanoon hath mein na lo kyun koi bhi
Tumhara saga NAHI hai ye peer faqeer,
ye leader, ye politicians, tumharay through apna ulu sedha kartay hain phir bhi Tum jahil logon ko aqal NAHI ati tajub hai.
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We often learn compassion from the things we have suffered. Those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, had everything given to them, and live in ease tend to lack compassion toward the unfortunate. But those who have suffered understand the depths they came out of. Compassion is the fruit of the things suffered.
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"A writer, singer and songwriter, a crooner, a teller of tales, a dream maker, a soul shaker and captivator, hoping in verse and prose he prevails" from the poem "The Poet" by Max Burchett
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We all are in a race,it only takes grace for one to be amaze. Keep on struggling until the sun and moon are no longer mates
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Those who wanted to change nature by social distancing soon discovered that they acted foolishly by forcing a vaccine which cured nothing
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And in my dream I am sailing the vastness of earth's waters, I am flying the wind at my back, the azure sky and moon above. With the freedom of nature all around me, I seek my true north.
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My fancy rainbow soon but fades
And all in vain mine eyes I blink
The floating boats of hope do sail
Then in the deeps of grief they sink
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Stars at night Thy sky are lighting
While I let free birds from cages
Flames are flickering blooms are sighing
Moonlit nights are worth for dying
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Stars at night Thy sky are lighting
While I let free birds from cages
Flames are flickering blooms are sighing
Moonlit nights are worth for dying
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I honestly don't think that poetry comes from any egg or cocoon of humble...us butterflies and peacocks of literature.
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" Not only fools walk naked under the sun and moon. "
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
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Be the moon to my Sky of Stars !
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The darkest full moon paints with the brightest fire.
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