I tilt my head at packed pathways and narrow streets,
A picture that looks so terribly incomplete.
I wonder if the shops, jobs, things and cars,
Are worth the invisibility of long lost stars.
The starling averts her eyes from the picturesque yet desolate boulevard,
It is fancy and expensive, yet she treats it with disregard.
We could waltz in the rain and draw patterns on the ground,
We could dare to get lost, only to get found.
I wish the gravel road could only lead us to adventure,
Far away from dusty air, fallen trees and perfect architecture.
lightsleeperbutheavydreamer 
How beautifully penned, Isha!
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Thank you so much 🌸
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My pleasure 😊🌹
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City life is indeed a puzzle. I wish we could go back to simpler times.. Lovely poem, Isha!
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Thank you for reading!
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We could dare to get lost, only to get found. ❤️
I can take the risk, this time. Because I regret I missed my chances and haven’t tried much in my life. My blog is my world.
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Thank you for reading🌻
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Beautiful writing
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Thank you so much 🌸
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Pleasure.
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Very well written, Isha!
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Thank you so much 🌸
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Makes me miss the city! Love your poetry! You are amazing! 💙
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Thank you very much for your kind comment! I’m glad that it resonates with you! 🌸🌻
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Beautiful poetry
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Thank you!
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Beautiful Isha and marvellously written.
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Thank you! 🌻
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mazes crazes
stages of the drama unfold
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You’ve certainly got a way with the words!
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thanks. it is my gift from God and Geraldine.
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tis the shambles of a he she mystery ms garg. lmao
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they dig
holes
for tomorrow
such sorrow fa mother earth!
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Your comment makes me think of the urgency in mitigating the damage caused by selfish acts of humanity. It is painful to see the destruction of earth, all for shallow purposes.
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for profit Isha. we are far too many.
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Lovely Isha. I enjoyed it very much ☺️💕
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Thank you for stopping by! ❤
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Very well penned, Isha.
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Thank you! 🌻
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This is really beautiful, Isha.
~Lauren 🌻
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Thank you for reading! 🌸
Have a great day!
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Beautiful Poetry!
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Thank you!
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City life is rushing to reach no where and spending life jewels against pennies.
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You put it well! Thank you for reading. 🌸
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You are welcome.
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