There’s something in it,The depth of those eyes,I know not,the serenity or wisdom,the coveted emotionsflowing in the river of thoughts,the sky hue, the shades of green,or an oceanic drop,I know not.But it is there,a fleeting soul empoweredfrom her past, a glint in the eyea smirk of cleverness,seeping warmthbehind the shyness,but it is there,something in the…
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Memory
There are some words inside of me, folded in a corner, unknown to others. Keen observation and perception seeing through the gauge of confidence as I see you astray through the waves of my memory. ©boringbug
Seven sisters
Longing ahead, a stride of time, leaping through the seven hills, braving the currents, here I sit on the edge of paradigm. (c)boringbug
Aftermath
There are hopes and dreams speechless talks it may be, not bound by blood, for it’s not a test but revenge of mine in the aftermath. (c)boringbug
Light of the day
In the light of the day, in the chirping wind, the dark alleys glow in the warmth of a firefly Noble souls surround me laden in bed, surrounded by dreams of heaven; I reckon, the day it may not the light may still be, for stood surrounded we were in the dancing hallways; as melody…
The boring bug 