Fools are
Those girls who are a
master-piece
But somehow imprison themselves
behind museum glasses
And boards that read
“no photography”.
Those women who think they owe
the world high cheek bones and
rose eyes
And remain a mere reflection,
thoughtless, dreamless
Those who are pretty like the
moon in the sky
Yet two faced,
wax and wane every
fifteenth night
Heroes are
Those who listen
In a world that s learnt only
to speak
Those with clear intentions,
clear heart and mind
Those that reach for the stars
And are stars themselves.
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Superb Great thoughts!!!
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Wow!! Neha its actually really amazing…
Very true as well…
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thank you 😊 🙏
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damn man
its good
enjoyed reading it!!!
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omg thanks a ton ❤️
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