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Shhubham

@justshhubham

I write things but I'm not a writer. 🍂🍁🌿🍃🍏😊.

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There are times When you only see doves and doves only — in the verve, in the glee And I think; I know I care — I too much care Among these doves, two or three — did they arrive? or were they always there, right here Always. #vss365. #Verve.

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I draw a curve into space while you spin the yarn— I draw, and you spin the yarn through the rays and I feel like I am this cold, thin, sunlit afternoon I am the day— but it settles down It settles down Into a geography of cosmic craters, of silver-dust. #vss365. #Geography.

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Abnegation in bronze-shedding you walk, & gather up a season— they say, & I know it too: the autumn speaks the truth you walk, you listen, swallowing up the season— A history, happening in now no shackles, no I, the russet woods burnishing A Hesperian sky. #vss365. #History.

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Love, language, literature— how we speak, how we dance. Find a tree, or the sun within it. Find a willow and your own river. Talk about the light (that might actually be snow). Watch a fire against the moon. #vss365. #Literature.

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In a certain human measure you see a light dive down to the tree leaf by leaf then touch the hay, the river sparkles and day moves the day— all this happens and myth stays the myth and the truth hidden in thin air. #vss365.

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A different world hereafter the Martian air to an ice thawing on the rock the mind always tries to find a memory-land or something to cling on to some way or the other but what is true? let the storm pass when I hold you. #vss365. #Mars.

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Some mystery tunes sung by the vines in the night wide open, steel-cold A breath-hold wait in the blizzard. A sole heir to the snow— Red sweater, and few lights and their own kind I could see thirty years in three seconds. #vss365. #Sole.

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I Forget Things I forget things when I need them the most I forget for I suppress the wind in order to get struck by a hammered forest I forget the wind in my pursuit to catch the clouds— I forget the clouds to travel with a bird who knows my name and that I breathe #vss365

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Here, flowers become very quiet on my way back— how do you conquer a night I would ask with a pale moon that grows on you like a liminal delight the vibrant afternoon that ever existed gone— quite an abstraction of what runs wild on either side of the way #vss365 #Abstraction

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CLUELESS Clueless to the phantom, you quietly let it all grow— the plants secretly whisper, and vines climb the window Clueless to the very phantom, to the eerie garden below the more you collect your stones, the more you become closed. #vss365. #Clueless.

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Oddball to you, and to what extent have you not yet lost yourself to the ever-unfolding vastness? It was there when I held this fervent of a field— It is still here, floating around me like a childlike wind, like a sky so forgiving. #vss365. #Oddball.

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The sky remembers and somewhere in between our own bewilderment we find why and the meadows burn they do beautiful in the sun and you know there is nothing to be startled or spooked by time #vss365.

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We have walked that day and we still do in a cold, thin sunlit afternoon I meet a different eyes of you today is a winter symphony and I have this wind around me #vss365. #Symphony.

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THERE IS AN ADORNMENT There is an adornment but I do not know I do not know what it adorns what it adorns must be beautiful but I do not know #vss365. #Adorn.

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Daylight and five trees and pink flowers and a dove into the grasses Daylight and five different trees that is all I see and their shadows trees deliver to the dusk and then they all just disappear: daylight, doves grasses and the trees. #vss365.