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Graves of Pain

She alike the oceans
concealed in her chest,
All the horror that passed through her,
Disasters put to rest.

She alike the fiery lava,
Charring self to dust.
Amidst the grip of blurry fear,
Follies of her past.

She alike the leaves of fall,
Swerving her way to doom.
Faded amongst a thousand shades,

Where dreary silhouettes loom. 

She alike the winter bird,
A herald to storms and rain,
Chirping in the waning light,
Her nest on graves of pain...

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  1. Sangeet Gaur7 September 2017 at 00:37

    Awesome poem.. hw do u get inspiration to write poems. .

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  2. Whispers to the oblivion13 January 2018 at 21:19

    I'm deeply humbled by your words. Poetry is the fire in the belly that waits to be thrown up onto paper.

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