The pulling tide.
The whispering light.
Your hold on me.
My sacrifice.
The shadows of grey.
The abandoned lay.
Still in the ocean of love.
Your voice so coarse.
You hold no remorse.
Your smiling eyes.
Not for me.
I stare still.
At the mirror beyond.
I stare at me.
I see a distant dream.
A distant dream.
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i write in the hope that someone listens
I Bleed Words Sometimes
Here's me.
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Strange, unusual, rare; marvellous world invented by me. Fantasy or not, you decide.
My scribbles
The Desert Diaries by Adrine D'mello
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Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Writing from the vein
My modern-day Pensieve.
More than a homemaker, less than a traveller.
Always find a way to live your dream!
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Puns - Intended. Oxymorons - NOT. Morons - Not at all
I think a lot. Welcome to my wonderland; anxiety and romanticism flourishes here. (Disclaimer: I own all the pictures unless stated otherwise)
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