the night sky lights up
with fluorescent green colors~~
dance of the spirits
a flickering light
filled with palette of colors~~
the night sky’s rainbow.
the night sky lights up
with fluorescent green colors~~
dance of the spirits
a flickering light
filled with palette of colors~~
the night sky’s rainbow.
yaskhan 
You have a beautiful skill of describing things
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Thank you Karthik.
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You might like this! https://theclandestinespirit.wordpress.com/2016/10/24/living-life-by-heart-poems-on-alzheimers/
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Will check it out. Thank you K.
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Sorry , can’t open the link.
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Well it should! Can you check again? https://theclandestinespirit.wordpress.com/2016/10/24/living-life-by-heart-poems-on-alzheimers/ or with this:
http://bit.ly/D-Alzheimer
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Wonderful verse. Will definitely read , looking forward
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Beautifully described.:)
I wish I could sleep under the dancing lights someday.
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So do I.
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I always know there was psychedelia in you. This confirms it like the one millionth time 😰😫🙎🙏 😌
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What ????????
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Forget it yassy. Nice poem
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We are all in a way.
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Of course.
😁
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Zem kami ech
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Yas
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Want to go to Norway to see them lights
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Really. That’d be nice. Although personally I find Scandinavians monotonous, boring and aloof.
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To look at the midnight sun my dear Zem , two hoots to aloof peeps
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Perhaps the sky looked at you before turning so.
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Eyes in the sky
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Under the veil of lush black hair.
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Spoken like a true bard , my dear Shakespeare Chopra
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I’m not even a Shake’s peer.
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Wordsworth , then
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Sheikh chilly
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Haha! I’m chill though. 😀
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Cool
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What’s with the mask on twi
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Oh that’s like a Red Indian Bard I’d say. Very wild and ruthless.
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Omg. Ruthless ? I don’t think so
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Haha…maybe it’s all smothered.
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Disciplined maybe like we all are. Conditioned
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Isn’t that unfair?
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Yes. The system sucks
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We shall change….it.
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Don’t raise my hopes
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That’s how we will reach those eyes.
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What’s your red indian name. Do you have a sqaw
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Not christened yet.
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I will find a name for you.
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Sure! Eagerly await that.
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Bye
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Indah sekali
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Amazing, you basically breathe poetry!
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Yes. You said it. Thank you Pure.
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A wonderfully colourful read. Really enjoyed this one. Thanks for writing it.
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Thank you InkD.
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Can’t hide from G-d’s eyes. Nice poem, Yassy.
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Beautiful. I went all glassy eyed there for a minute!
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Thank you Pearly.
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Aurora Borealis is one of my favorite phenomenons. Lots of it here in Norway 🙂
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Have not witnessed , you could post a pic , if you can.
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Thank you 🙏🏼
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