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Divergent

“We’ve built a world where the only option is hubris. Where the future belongs to anyone willing to act like the gods of our myths.” – Seth Godin When we strip away self-doubt and artifice we embrace the purity and

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December light

December is what we are When love glistens back the light in the baubles. We have the White and the Words. Words that move mountains tiptoe to touch the stars whet the wondrous luster of the sea travel with the

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Gentle giant

You are the mellow vines ripe at the touch of Autumn. You are a blue alphabet falling from the sky… You are the amber leaves lured in the sleep of Winter. You are the macadamized trance of flowers when Spring

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Writing is a ladder

Writing is a ladder out of Chaos. My Tyrannosaurus writing has found me a path out of chaos. Chaos amidst which I found myself while trying to develop my business. Then I did not know that business world is sharks’

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The Merman’s rhyme

He has no love but music and cold whispering trees that were in bloom under the last dim moon. He has seen the unseizable moors that glitter and dance in the wandering waves. He has crossed his Rubicon The enchantress’

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Cobweb dance

HE loves me He keeps my tears at bay in a corner crystal ball and my heart in a field of molten flowers*. I want to loose the yarn Again he pours crimson dew on my weary tales whilst I

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Moon and Mine

“Who are you?” I asked. I am a piece of heaven that reveals the most to ones in love… They see the sea and the tiptoeing stars barely touching the milky lanes. Under constellations Their faces glitter with words released

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The moon

In the evening with my eyelashes I kill all the events of the day I choke perceptions and reveries green That could be real Pending dream. In the evening with my fingers I spin yarns For your sweet bedlams… “I’ll

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The moon and the sixpence

“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking-glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong?” – Jack

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Trail away

Trail me away with questions and the weight of your love. Abyss is not yet invented Just seen in shadow moons… Cast me away with a thought replenishing with haze in mid mountain mornings… I carry feelings in my pockets

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