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White Once upon a time in the middle of the forest there was a river . ©Gudiya Devi story in English The cocorodil and the river

White Once upon a time in the middle of the forest there was a river . ©Gudiya Devi story in English The cocorodil and the river

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

Chreey chreey

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White Alone in the evening before you meet best friend 💖 ©Chreey chreey #sad_quotes Alone in the evening and before that best friend

White Alone in the evening before you meet best friend 💖 ©Chreey chreey #sad_quotes Alone in the evening and before that best friend

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Smokey the cat Smokey the cat walking by Now she's laying down in front of me Looking very comfortable there She is a wonderful kitty most would agree ©Schizology Smokey the cat #CAT #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

Smokey the cat Smokey the cat walking by Now she's laying down in front of me Looking very comfortable there She is a wonderful kitty most would agree ©Schizology Smokey the cat #CAT #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

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The moon behind the clouds Looking up at the night sky Amazing to see with my eyes The clouds moving quickly Behind is the moon faintly Dark and light contrasting Leaves me flabbergasted Beautiful views of night Bring me joys of delight Mother nature is wonderful Its beauty is very enjoyabl ©Schizology The moon behind the clouds #Moon #clouds #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

The moon behind the clouds Looking up at the night sky Amazing to see with my eyes The clouds moving quickly Behind is the moon faintly Dark and light contrasting Leaves me flabbergasted Beautiful views of night Bring me joys of delight Mother nature is wonderful Its beauty is very enjoyabl ©Schizology The moon behind the clouds #Moon #clouds #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

Saurav Banerjee

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The Great Deception - Adulteration They say food is life, a sacred thing, But poison’s hand has touched every spring. From fields to plate, a wicked game, Where greed is god, and health a flame. They grind our bones into flour so white, And water down the milk of night. With every bite, a death knell rings, As poison seeps into our very beings. No longer nourishment, but a slow demise, A silent killer, with devilish eyes. We’re cattle fed on tainted grass, Doomed from the start, a hopeless mass. ©Saurav Banerjee The Great Deception - Adulteration #adulteration #Nojoto #poem #Poetry poetry in english, poetry

The Great Deception - Adulteration They say food is life, a sacred thing, But poison’s hand has touched every spring. From fields to plate, a wicked game, Where greed is god, and health a flame. They grind our bones into flour so white, And water down the milk of night. With every bite, a death knell rings, As poison seeps into our very beings. No longer nourishment, but a slow demise, A silent killer, with devilish eyes. We’re cattle fed on tainted grass, Doomed from the start, a hopeless mass. ©Saurav Banerjee The Great Deception - Adulteration #adulteration #Nojoto #poem #Poetry poetry in english, poetry