Amateur poetry


Hands laden in black, What was this about? Lovely ladies dancing And all for a lout Laughter, giggles and cling of bangles With a sore heart she did accept colours splashed on her face Was it that perfect? Her mind was all rainbows And heart running ebony Skipped beats too often Yet filled with bookish reverie …

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Light House

Alone in the dark Stands a lighthouse Atop a barren shore Its light cutting through the unlit sky The stranded there, Have nowhere to go The sea looks like blood Of the thousand men she consumed Who she now adores And cradles them on her waters Not letting them sink Just not letting them go …

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