Tag: dailyprompt
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The Unseasonal Rain
Falls from above this shower of hail, watches my snowbell, waggling its tail. The wind is howling and curtains do wiggle. Adds a rhythm to the pattering sound, as the wind chimes jiggle. Here I roast some marshmallows, you said you would home by nine.Cake’s in the oven,and dinner inclusive of red wine. I sneak…
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I was swimming in the Rain
I was swimming in the rain,And I wondered, and I wondered:How could it just take awayAll of my pain?When I was below the water, It squeezed all my pain out,What kind of pressure it was?When I was above the water,The cold needles poked me gently,A healing acupressure it was!World was so dim around!And the entire…
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Alone on road
And I can see forth me,the curves on the lonely path,twisted like a serpent still,but I proceeded disregarding the aftermath. Wet in rain,dwindling at gloomiest of haze,although beautiful, yet suspicious,and so obscure, there’s nothing to gaze! Walled from left and right, all along the road’s arc,with trees and shrubs,That appear more black than green in…
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A little Candle Seller
Snowflakes came down slowly by-and-by. The awaited scent for the snow filled the hearts of people with joy. ’Twas the time for the journey, so Tom and Lily boarded a double-decker bus to reach the heart of the city. The transport was draped with fetching garlands, embellished impeccably with aureate and silver bells, fancy lights…
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Pink Love
Entraced! By the weather so romantic,The sky appears purple & pink..Another inspiration for a new poetry;Meant to be written with a beautiful blue ink. Aloof in the sky aloft,Retaining a rosy tint and aureate outline;Evident before the ether sent below,That shower of scented heavenly wine. Hues make the city aesthetic,Make it something to endear.The very…
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City Pours
Descending droplets,That were shrouded by the night,As a vehicle passed by,were revealed by the headlight. From here I behold,this city traffic and the noise.Lightning strikes and the dark clouds,Enraptured by the rain’s voice. When it pours I always ponder-Between the rain and the soul…What’s the relation? Interrupted by the weather so puckish,As it gives a…


