Tag: english poem
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Moon Lit night
Clouds whisper to the moon, as he passes her tanned face, curtains her with white smoke, to rave themselves in a secret place, I, breathe in silence, peeping over the window sill
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Saint to followers–Greatness thrusted
I am playing the music of sorrow… Do you have spare happiness i can borrow.. I stood here playing my life’s symphony Entire life i spent looking for someones sympathy
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You are still here
A few weeks back I got a chance to give voice over to a very special poem “You are still here”. It was a poem /Lullaby written by a girl for her Grandmother who had passed away. Its a very heart touching poem and every word just feels like her love pouring out for her…