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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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To be in love

The Sea is a fickle lover One day sweet as honey dew The other bitter like sin… that makes you fall harder as if hit by a ton of bricks made of water glass Sincerity. It loves you back with

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Fibonacci’s greed

Numbers are gold They measure the silence of centuries and never pin down to feeling. Put Love in a number It would be 0, 1 or 10. Put Hate in a number It would be seven. Numbers follow the horizon

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Vestiges and claws

We are the only people in the world and we hold the keys to all gardens and dungeons beneath a wall… We live on Moon’s compassionate light and greenish profoundness of Spring. We may not die but if we do

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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