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Debris Of My Existence

Poetry

The memories and experience of my life collided and bombarded itself as a bomb explosion. And now there only exists the debris of my existence.

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by nuvaantara

by nuvaantara

Her;
She is fireworks.
Her smile;
Sparks joy.
Her voice;
Sparks an interest.
Her countenance;
Sparks a fascination.
Her eyes;
Sparks mischief.
Her lips;
Sparks a smile.
Her;
She is the happiness hidden inside
A packet of unfired fireworks.

When I ask, "Me?"
"You?"
"You are average."

And I reply:
"Then, No sparks required."