Sunday

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Smiling for the camera is too exhausting now,Umbrellas, I don't need, to shade me from the rain pouring down,New stains in my life keep coming around,Dinner passes by with the blink of an eye,Anticipating feelings don't seem to stop by,Yawning is ...

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Smiling for the camera is too exhausting now,
Umbrellas, I don't need, to shade me from the rain pouring down,
New stains in my life keep coming around,
Dinner passes by with the blink of an eye,
Anticipating feelings don't seem to stop by,
Yawning is contagious so is the wish of a gemini.

Intimacy of the smell of coffee is something self explanatory to me,
Sipping it while these thoughts come into my mind is a delicate hobby.

Writing down poems and stories and feelings and fumitories,
Heinous crimes are committed everyday, but I won't be a victim of those stories,
Enemies are made every day but I won't make you mine,
Now, if you choose violence then you're chosing a different cup of my wine.

Surreal emotions fill me up in a daze,
Annihilating thoughts come and go, they're just a phase,
Rainbows, I believe, could be the end of the world,
A taste of sugar is white poison and too much of it will breakdown this earth,
Heavenly places will be slowly pouring down pearled.

Winds would shape the mountains into hollow nothings,
And the sun would vapourise the ponds, the lakes, the rivers, the seas and oceans,
Sunday is the day when this will happen.

Beasts will roam in forests of oak and hemlock trees,
Oracles will exist in bizarre forms to tell you prophecies,
Rain of carnations will bring the joy of the end,
New days, I will be looking forward to in the afterlife.

*This is an acrostic poem

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