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Girls apply rose’s petals; my preference is rose’s thorns, They make my skin bleed,Hence I glow, Then what should I fear?
Girls apply rose’s petals; my preference is rose’s thorns, They make my skin bleed, Hence I glow, Then what should I fear?
The volcanic eruptions give ways to beautiful craters, What should I fear? Bold, brave and black beauty one day will walk on the serene barren beach like a nude soul, Ask! What should I fear? My bruised knuckles still crush the rosemary sprigs, It becomes better to savour me as a better person, I unveil my veiled sorrows, I unveil my silent cries, I unveil my failed tries, I unveil my worries of tomorrow, My mistakes are lightning serenade in a continuous moving picture, I ain’t a perfect creature, I don’t forget to chuckle a little, I allow the dark despair’s tempest to calm down and rest, Before the bold, dark dried black body turns into the nude soul, and care none just glare at the horizon, I stumbled upon the words, I stumbled upon the deeds, My wrongs only guide me, I shed my body time to time and call it ageing, Girls apply rose’s petals; my preference is rose’s thorns, They make my skin bleed, Hence I glow, Then what should I fear? What should I fear?
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A passionate scribbler and wishful bread earner. A working professional in an embassy and a freelancer French language trainer. A voracious reader and loves to connect readers and writers. Author of Ibiza by Geetika Kaura ( read more...
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