By
Neeraja in
Poetry |
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I perch on the edge of the world's perceptions,
And look down into the abyss of sanity
I see reality but i see sorrow
Up here on this insanity edge
Is where a poet's heart resides,
I see many , lost in their imaginary reality
They are people who are termed madmen
Disgraced and disgusted by people wh Read More...
Published on Jun 4,2020 02:24 PM
By
Neeraja in
Romance |
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And so it began...
It seemed a fine evening until the rain started to pour down,not likely a sunny evening but its the perfect mood to with sip a cup of coffee and read a book with the rhythm of the rain in the background. Well am quite the romanticist ain't I? Thats what seems to be my proble Read More...
Published on May 28,2020 05:25 PM
