Once upon a time; Under the inky sky, Lying supine, Counting the stars, With you, Made me feel at home. But today; Under the same inky sky, Lying supine, Counting the stars, Without you, Mak...

Home And Hiraeth

O universo sempre conspira a favor dos sonhadores. by lifeofvibe

Lethal Dreams  | The Girl Behind The Glasses

Lethal Dreams

Lethal Dreams | The Girl Behind The Glasses

By this cliff  | The Girl Behind The Glasses

By this cliff

By this cliff | The Girl Behind The Glasses

(Image from here) I was lost in the bookstore, The air in; perfumed with vellichor, Shelves sprinkled with pixie dust, My mind engulfed with wordy lust, Joy mending my delicate, broken core.  ...

Lost (Limerick)

(Image from here) I was lost in the bookstore, The air in; perfumed with vellichor, Shelves sprinkled with pixie dust, My mind engulfed with wordy lust, Joy mending my delicate, broken core. ...

His mind brimmed with thoughts, That gushed through his veins. Filtered by each cell in his body, It oozed out from the nib of his pen, Refining themselves into scripts, And thus, he bled poetry. A...

Penmanship

His mind brimmed with thoughts, That gushed through his veins. Filtered by each cell in his body, It oozed out from the nib of his pen, Refining themselves into scripts, And thus, he bled poetry. A...

The Girl Behind The Glasses | The Lazy Perfectionist's space in the World Wide Web…

The Girl Behind The Glasses | The Lazy Perfectionist's space in the World Wide Web…

Image Courtesy here   Her venust eyes, Twinkling like the twilight, With lambent light of hope and happiness. His winsome dimples, Concealing, yet revealing, The jubilant jouissance of dream a...

The Wedlock

Image Courtesy here Her venust eyes, Twinkling like the twilight, With lambent light of hope and happiness. His winsome dimples, Concealing, yet revealing, The jubilant jouissance of dream a...

Low- Moored clouds of pristine white, Gilding the welkin, veiling the sunlight. I dawdle, through the blotted lane, The zephyr; playing with my mane, Floating through haze, sprayed over bright. &nb...

Mist ( Limerick)

Low- Moored clouds of pristine white, Gilding the welkin, veiling the sunlight. I dawdle, through the blotted lane, The zephyr; playing with my mane, Floating through haze, sprayed over bright. &nb...


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