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| what does poetry taste like? | Drip, drip, drip - - - - Words trickle down the white like Shrubs holding on to the jagged edges of the crevice, ...

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The sun Hides behind Cotton covers, Golden glory Playing hide-and-seek With hope. Thunderstorms Shriek their rage A thousand insecurities Singing softly in lightning A thousand screams Blooming in thu

Converting Sonnet 18 (Shakespeare) Into Too many languages And then back again USING Google translate Original sonnet 𓂀 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕖 𝕥�

Secrets whispered in Hushed voice; secrets dripping out Puddles of gossips Link to original comment

The sun glides on Paper skies; a twilight blush On black-and-white life Link to original comment

I sketch love in my Heart; the sun sinks, ignorant hope lost into seas Link to original comment

Rain whispering on Window pains; dark and damp walls The monsoon creeps in Link to original comment

Hearts beat; stress pours in 72 per minute left far behind Biology in life Link to original comment

Empty sentences Of comfort; tear-soaked pages Fresh graveyard soil Link to original comment

Nonchalantly I Watch the sun melt into seas The story of life Link to original comment

Lemonades and Lounging around swimming pools Sunday life, darling Link to original comment

Ice melting into Liquids; cold hearts softening Chemistry of life Link to original comment

Five-seven-five Syllables counted, arranged How you write haikus