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abstract Self Value

Moonchild.

It waits for me, forever by my side.

My heart is an island,
Inside this castaway.
Encircled by the blue,
I desire to cruise someday.

Abandoned on this far off shore,
I plan for my getaway.
Made a beeline for the Bay of Love,
Where quiet, clear waters stay.

My heart is only an island,
So out of sight,
Past the blue horizon,
I live from day to day.

Abandoned on this desert shore,
I plan for my break.
Gone to the Sea of Change,
Where love is made.

My heart is only an island,
Where nobody else can see,
The dejection, I should admit,
That conceals where it counts in me.

To be kissed by moonlight,
Furthermore, stroked by stars,
Hung in obscured blue,
Moving from Jupiter to Mars.

To be found by the light of the moon,
Furthermore, cherished under a darkened sky.
Allow the sun to disregard me;
It never heard me cry.

Since there’s an exceptional thing about moonlight,
Like it was made only for me,
Since regardless of how awful things are,
I have the moon waiting for me.

– Sia Savla.

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nature

IS IT WINTER YET?

The winter atmosphere has a touch of beauty like no other!

I will look at the stars, 
Perhaps even Mars, 
They are generally so brilliant, 
On an awesome clear winter night.

Feeling the breeze, 
Watching the trees, 
They’re influencing with beauty, 
In this tranquil little spot.

Time proceeds onward, to an ever increasing extent, 
It’s getting colder than it was previously, 
Individuals are wiped out and wheezing, 
Since this climate is so freezing.

Probably the prettiest season, 
Winter  is at long last here,  
For a white cover as you sleep, 
Soul food like hot cocoa and s’mores, 
Treats, treats, and desserts aplenty.

A captivating season Winter is, 
With it’s excellence, harmony, and delight, 
Christmas is practically here, 
An occasion loaded up with such cheer, 
Giving and getting endless things, 
Being with family, getting a charge out of all that it brings. 

You had just made your rundown, 
You awaken and would like to discover your desire, 
Open up the crate and look inside, 
You saw your desire and almost cried.

Goodness man, how great Winter can be, 
From the special seasons to the landscape, 
My number one thing, in any case, I’m experiencing difficulty choosing, 
Everything is extraordinary, and it’s just barely showing up.

– Sia Savla.

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