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White In this great city, shadows loom, A dance of contrasts, joy and gloom. Where there is love, there is hatred near, Hearts entwined, yet hearts in fear. Where whispers plot, courage stands tall, Battling treachery, answering its call. But solace, a phantom, evades our sight, No relief, only endless night. Each step we take, the ground may quake, Doom lurking in choices we make. Yet through the cracks, a light may gleam, Fleeting hope, a fragile dream. In this great city, life unfolds, A tale of iron, dust, and gold. Through love and loss, through dark and bright, We carve our paths, chasing the light. ©saumya Echoes of the great city #Life #Life_Story love poetry in english Extraterrestrial life poetry lovers

White In this great city, shadows loom, A dance of contrasts, joy and gloom. Where there is love, there is hatred near, Hearts entwined, yet hearts in fear. Where whispers plot, courage stands tall, Battling treachery, answering its call. But solace, a phantom, evades our sight, No relief, only endless night. Each step we take, the ground may quake, Doom lurking in choices we make. Yet through the cracks, a light may gleam, Fleeting hope, a fragile dream. In this great city, life unfolds, A tale of iron, dust, and gold. Through love and loss, through dark and bright, We carve our paths, chasing the light. ©saumya Echoes of the great city #Life #Life_Story love poetry in english Extraterrestrial life poetry lovers

Vismaya Creation

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White The Honest Woodcutter Once, a poor woodcutter accidentally dropped his axe into a river. As he sat by the water, a goddess appeared and offered him a golden axe. He refused, saying it wasn’t his. Then, she offered him a silver axe, but again, he refused. Finally, she presented his old iron axe, and he accepted it happily. Impressed by his honesty, the goddess gave him all three axes. Moral: Honesty is always rewarded. ©Vismaya Creation The honesty Woodcutter #GoodNight metaphysical poetry poetry for kids poetry in english Entrance examination

White The Honest Woodcutter Once, a poor woodcutter accidentally dropped his axe into a river. As he sat by the water, a goddess appeared and offered him a golden axe. He refused, saying it wasn’t his. Then, she offered him a silver axe, but again, he refused. Finally, she presented his old iron axe, and he accepted it happily. Impressed by his honesty, the goddess gave him all three axes. Moral: Honesty is always rewarded. ©Vismaya Creation The honesty Woodcutter #GoodNight metaphysical poetry poetry for kids poetry in english Entrance examination

Schizology

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The shadow I follow you, where ever you go Nothing you do is out of my sight Silently, I wait to give you a fright I am your shadow, I am your disease Nothing you do is out of my sight I will not leave, until day turns to night I see every move, I see every reaction Nothing you do is out of my sight When I surprise, you will take flight When you wake, and where you go When you look, I will always know You will become scared, and it shows You can not hide, I am your nightmare Don't try and run, I will always be there Just remember, to say your prayers ©Schizology The shadow #Shadow #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

The shadow I follow you, where ever you go Nothing you do is out of my sight Silently, I wait to give you a fright I am your shadow, I am your disease Nothing you do is out of my sight I will not leave, until day turns to night I see every move, I see every reaction Nothing you do is out of my sight When I surprise, you will take flight When you wake, and where you go When you look, I will always know You will become scared, and it shows You can not hide, I am your nightmare Don't try and run, I will always be there Just remember, to say your prayers ©Schizology The shadow #Shadow #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english