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Stung I was stung by a bee Not often it happens to me I did not know it was there This kind of thing is rare I'm always kind to the bees I don't mind if they land on me It was on my neck behind me I didn't notice and couldn't see As I got up from my chair A pain right below my hair I must have startled it It's instinct was quick I brushed it off my shirt It landed down in the dirt Next time I won't move so quick Maybe I won't be the one it picks Written 4 or 5 years ago ©Schizology Stung #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #bee #Stung

Stung I was stung by a bee Not often it happens to me I did not know it was there This kind of thing is rare I'm always kind to the bees I don't mind if they land on me It was on my neck behind me I didn't notice and couldn't see As I got up from my chair A pain right below my hair I must have startled it It's instinct was quick I brushed it off my shirt It landed down in the dirt Next time I won't move so quick Maybe I won't be the one it picks Written 4 or 5 years ago ©Schizology Stung #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #bee #Stung

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Stung I was stung by a bee Not often it happens to me I did not know it was there This kind of thing is rare I'm always kind to the bees I don't mind if they land on me It was on my neck behind me I did not notice and could not see As I got up from my chair A pain right below my hair I must have startled it It's instinct was swift I brushed it off my shirt It landed down in the dirt Next time I won't move as quick And I won't be the one it picks I wrote this almost 3 years ago ©Schizology Stung #Stung #bee #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Stung I was stung by a bee Not often it happens to me I did not know it was there This kind of thing is rare I'm always kind to the bees I don't mind if they land on me It was on my neck behind me I did not notice and could not see As I got up from my chair A pain right below my hair I must have startled it It's instinct was swift I brushed it off my shirt It landed down in the dirt Next time I won't move as quick And I won't be the one it picks I wrote this almost 3 years ago ©Schizology Stung #Stung #bee #poem✍🧡🧡💛

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friends are the one who will always b there for you ©Mekala Devi #Hum #Fragments

friends are the one who will always b there for you ©Mekala Devi #Hum #Fragments

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best friends ©Ramsathya Ramsathya #MemeBanao #friends#Fragments

best friends ©Ramsathya Ramsathya #MemeBanao #friends#Fragments

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Poetry and poems Poetry is not perfect Poetry should not be defined Poetry is what each of us Releases from our mind Poetry is never finished Poetry is work in progress Poetry is always up to Changing the process Poetry will live forever Poetry will last for eternity Poetry begins from our Different diversities Poetry changes moods Poetry will lift our spirits Poetry will always be Pushing us to our limits ©Schizology Poetry and poems #Poetry #poems

Poetry and poems Poetry is not perfect Poetry should not be defined Poetry is what each of us Releases from our mind Poetry is never finished Poetry is work in progress Poetry is always up to Changing the process Poetry will live forever Poetry will last for eternity Poetry begins from our Different diversities Poetry changes moods Poetry will lift our spirits Poetry will always be Pushing us to our limits ©Schizology Poetry and poems #Poetry #poems

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Poetry and poems Poetry is not perfect Poetry should not be defined Poetry is what each of us Releases from our mind Poetry is never finished Poetry is work in progress Poetry is always up to Changing the process Poetry will live forever Poetry will last for eternity Poetry begins from our Different diversities Poetry changes moods Poetry will lift our spirits Poetry will always be Pushing us to our limits ©Schizology Poetry and poems #Poetry #poems #Thoughts

Poetry and poems Poetry is not perfect Poetry should not be defined Poetry is what each of us Releases from our mind Poetry is never finished Poetry is work in progress Poetry is always up to Changing the process Poetry will live forever Poetry will last for eternity Poetry begins from our Different diversities Poetry changes moods Poetry will lift our spirits Poetry will always be Pushing us to our limits ©Schizology Poetry and poems #Poetry #poems #Thoughts

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Broken fragments.. Lost... Lost where? Devoured by the demons of change? Engulfed by the flames of wrath? Bring them back, O love.. Bring them back.. Those broken fragments are fragments, nonetheless.. Piece them back, love.. Piece them back.. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #yourquote #fragments #yqpowrimo Piece them back, love.

Broken fragments.. Lost... Lost where? Devoured by the demons of change? Engulfed by the flames of wrath? Bring them back, O love.. Bring them back.. Those broken fragments are fragments, nonetheless.. Piece them back, love.. Piece them back.. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #yourquote #fragments #yqpowrimo Piece them back, love.

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वो पल हसीन था प्यार का वो पल हसीन था, पहली मुलाकात की तरह...... सोचा नही था एक दिन बिछड़ जाएंगे, सफर में मिलती दो राहों की तरह..... यूं तो रिश्ता था प्यार का मगर था शायद कच्ची डोर की तरह.... जो भी था बीतें यादों में, लेकिन प्यार का वो पल हसीन था। मैं सुनती थी तुम्हारी बातों को ध्यान से और तुम बोलते किसी तोते की तरह.... तुम्हारा प्यार जताने का अंदाज ही अलग था, मैं अक्सर शर्माकर छुप जाती थी तुम्हारे सीने में महसूस करती उस वक्त तुम्हारे दिल की धड़कनों को जो मेरे करीब आने से अक्सर बढ़ जाया करती थी। सच में बहुत याद आती है वो अतीत पुरानी प्यार का वो पल सच में हसीन था। ©Vironika Singh #Love@Poems

वो पल हसीन था प्यार का वो पल हसीन था, पहली मुलाकात की तरह...... सोचा नही था एक दिन बिछड़ जाएंगे, सफर में मिलती दो राहों की तरह..... यूं तो रिश्ता था प्यार का मगर था शायद कच्ची डोर की तरह.... जो भी था बीतें यादों में, लेकिन प्यार का वो पल हसीन था। मैं सुनती थी तुम्हारी बातों को ध्यान से और तुम बोलते किसी तोते की तरह.... तुम्हारा प्यार जताने का अंदाज ही अलग था, मैं अक्सर शर्माकर छुप जाती थी तुम्हारे सीने में महसूस करती उस वक्त तुम्हारे दिल की धड़कनों को जो मेरे करीब आने से अक्सर बढ़ जाया करती थी। सच में बहुत याद आती है वो अतीत पुरानी प्यार का वो पल सच में हसीन था। ©Vironika Singh #Love@Poems