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White Alone in the evening ✨ before you come back in old memories 💝 ©Chreey chreey #Sad_Status Alone in the evening ✨ before you come back in old memories 💝

White Alone in the evening ✨ before you come back in old memories 💝 ©Chreey chreey #Sad_Status Alone in the evening ✨ before you come back in old memories 💝

twisha ray

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White In the hush of night where shadows weave, The deer moves through the moonlit leaves, A symbol of a quiet grace, That time and space cannot erase. With eyes like dawn, they pierce the dark, A silent, fleeting, graceful arc, Their steps a whisper on the ground, In nature's hymn, their voice is found. "Amar shonar horin chai," Tagore’s dream beneath the sky, A golden deer, wild and free, A vision of what might yet be. In their dance beneath the stars, A lesson etched in silver scars: To move with purpose, soft and bright, To find the path within the night. So let your spirit, like the deer, Embrace the stillness, conquer fear, For in the night, with courage clear, The world unfolds, and dreams draw near. ©twisha ray Grace in Moonlight: A Deer’s Whisper #trnojo137 #goldendeer #Poetrythatconectsyoursoul

White In the hush of night where shadows weave, The deer moves through the moonlit leaves, A symbol of a quiet grace, That time and space cannot erase. With eyes like dawn, they pierce the dark, A silent, fleeting, graceful arc, Their steps a whisper on the ground, In nature's hymn, their voice is found. "Amar shonar horin chai," Tagore’s dream beneath the sky, A golden deer, wild and free, A vision of what might yet be. In their dance beneath the stars, A lesson etched in silver scars: To move with purpose, soft and bright, To find the path within the night. So let your spirit, like the deer, Embrace the stillness, conquer fear, For in the night, with courage clear, The world unfolds, and dreams draw near. ©twisha ray Grace in Moonlight: A Deer’s Whisper #trnojo137 #goldendeer #Poetrythatconectsyoursoul

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Smoky here again Look at the pretty kitty ...eyes so bright Glancing up to see if I notice her there Lovely markings with some fur that's white A pink tipped nose with long whisker hairs A swell feline I really must say , Smoky She has room to roam and investigate I will buy her temptations probably Cats should get spoiled cause , they're great ©Schizology Smoky here again #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Smoky #Kitty poetry in english

Smoky here again Look at the pretty kitty ...eyes so bright Glancing up to see if I notice her there Lovely markings with some fur that's white A pink tipped nose with long whisker hairs A swell feline I really must say , Smoky She has room to roam and investigate I will buy her temptations probably Cats should get spoiled cause , they're great ©Schizology Smoky here again #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Smoky #Kitty poetry in english

twisha ray

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A note, a whisper, Falling like autumn leaves, Cascades of sound, Filling the empty spaces Of a heart once still. Strings hum, a silent call, Pulses, beating rhythms, A dance of fingers, Brushing against the wind, Lost in a timeless embrace. A melody unfolds, Cracks in the silence, Echoes of forgotten dreams, Glimmers of starlight, Caught in a net of chords. The piano weeps, Soft and tender, A lullaby for the weary, A refuge for the broken, Notes dissolving into twilight. Trumpets burst, golden dawn, A clarion call, a new day, Feet tapping, hearts racing, In the dance of life, Where music is the soul's language. Whispers of a violin, Lonely yet hopeful, A story untold, Written in the spaces Between the rising and falling notes. A drumbeat, the heartbeat, Of a thousand souls, Unified, transcendent, Bound by invisible threads, Woven into a tapestry of sound. Guitar strings sing, Voices intertwining, A harmony born of chaos, Finding order, finding peace, In the symphony of existence. And there, in the quiet aftermath, Where echoes fade to nothing, A silence filled with promise, A space where music begins anew, In the scribbles of a poet's mind. ©twisha ray Music whisper #MusicalMemories #Memories #trnojo67

A note, a whisper, Falling like autumn leaves, Cascades of sound, Filling the empty spaces Of a heart once still. Strings hum, a silent call, Pulses, beating rhythms, A dance of fingers, Brushing against the wind, Lost in a timeless embrace. A melody unfolds, Cracks in the silence, Echoes of forgotten dreams, Glimmers of starlight, Caught in a net of chords. The piano weeps, Soft and tender, A lullaby for the weary, A refuge for the broken, Notes dissolving into twilight. Trumpets burst, golden dawn, A clarion call, a new day, Feet tapping, hearts racing, In the dance of life, Where music is the soul's language. Whispers of a violin, Lonely yet hopeful, A story untold, Written in the spaces Between the rising and falling notes. A drumbeat, the heartbeat, Of a thousand souls, Unified, transcendent, Bound by invisible threads, Woven into a tapestry of sound. Guitar strings sing, Voices intertwining, A harmony born of chaos, Finding order, finding peace, In the symphony of existence. And there, in the quiet aftermath, Where echoes fade to nothing, A silence filled with promise, A space where music begins anew, In the scribbles of a poet's mind. ©twisha ray Music whisper #MusicalMemories #Memories #trnojo67

Prakash Vagmare

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Chanda mama ko dekhte raho ©Prakash Vagmare #chaand Chanda mama ko dekhte raho

Chanda mama ko dekhte raho ©Prakash Vagmare #chaand Chanda mama ko dekhte raho

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Dreams are whispers of the heart's deep core, Where imagination knows no bounds, and more. Some dreams are vivid, like a sunrise bright, Full of hope and promise, a new light. Others are surreal, like a midnight sky, Where the strange and fantastical pass us by. Some dreams are lucid, like a gentle stream, Where we swim in consciousness, and make our wildest schemes. Others are nightmares, like a darkened room, Where fears and anxieties make our hearts gloom. But all dreams are precious, like a rare gem stone, A window to our soul, where our deepest secrets are known. So let us cherish dreams, in all their forms, For in their mystery, our true selves are transformed. ©twisha ray Whisper 💕 #Dreams #differenttypeofdreams #trnojo30

Dreams are whispers of the heart's deep core, Where imagination knows no bounds, and more. Some dreams are vivid, like a sunrise bright, Full of hope and promise, a new light. Others are surreal, like a midnight sky, Where the strange and fantastical pass us by. Some dreams are lucid, like a gentle stream, Where we swim in consciousness, and make our wildest schemes. Others are nightmares, like a darkened room, Where fears and anxieties make our hearts gloom. But all dreams are precious, like a rare gem stone, A window to our soul, where our deepest secrets are known. So let us cherish dreams, in all their forms, For in their mystery, our true selves are transformed. ©twisha ray Whisper 💕 #Dreams #differenttypeofdreams #trnojo30

Mike Mike

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White hello guys ©Mike Mike #sad_shayari new here

White hello guys ©Mike Mike #sad_shayari new here