It’s arduous to get up,
Once you’ve fallen down.
Evanescence is no bliss,
But, profanity!
Vicious cycle of memories,
Like an incessant tape-
Playing on repeat.
Emotions so vehement!
Feeling so aghast.
Like the shade of blue- of the sky,
when evening meets the night.
Stars shining-
Victory afloat,
Midnight blue bleeds,
Drowning star once afloat,
Wailing for help, save our souls.
Vicious cycle of above and under,
Continues sincerely unblemished.
That shade has now become,
One of my favorites, and-
I wonder why.
~Shambhavi
Wonderfully written..:) loved it..:)
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Thankyou soo much! ^_^
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As beautiful as the colour itself! 👍🏼
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Aw! Indeed it is I am so happy to hear this! Thankyou 🙂
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You’re welcome 😄
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Lovely one 🙂
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Thankyou dear! 😀
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Most welcome…😊
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