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With eyes close, I could see clearly
Images glowed up, bursting colors
Memories are playing,
s
etting fast-forwardly
Trimmed pictures curled up,
l
ike a lively parlors;
Those close eyes,
still captures colorful memories.
With eyes close, I could feel peace
Unaware of the sorroundings,
yet wrapped in calmness
Bond in silence, bulk of thoughts ceased
Only winds soothes the skins brittleness,
—while heart rested on placate;
Those close eyes,
still touched undefined emotions.
With eyes close,
I could hear pint-sized clamor
Birds chirps, jeeps beep,
Chimes are ringing,
papers tearing, barging door;
Mouths are zipped, yet ears
take a peep;
Those close eyes,
still listens to husky sounds.
With eyes close, I could still smell
a flower,
before betting to its thorns
With eyes close,
I still could taste a bitter cup of coffee
with it's black color mixed
with hot water
Those close eyes couldn't
hide the reality
Those close eyes cannot
delete a memory.
Though with eyes closed,
o
ne could leave freely,
Left his watch abandoned.
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𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐈: 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
Poetry𝐴 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 :𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒. Life is a labyrinth full of intricate passageways, b...
