Ethereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells.
My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...
My dreams are my escape Through the layers of wake Floating around in shining eyes Dreaming doesn't cost a dime.
With hands working on multiple skills And a heart which refuses to follow the drill Just vanish to a pod of sleep Where reality and ambitions meet.
Blending into each with felicity A retreat doesn't make guilty An evitable necessity at some climes Some escapades are well-timed.
Into the arms of colours broken at shoots Here's a dream refusing to uproot The recesses of the heart hold a debt tight Scrunched by the water of tenacity might.
The dust of defeat bleeds into eyes deep And yet the mind is confidant in belief The echoes of diligence vibrate My dreams will definitely fructuate.
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