OR
turning my pale blues into scarlet red piece by piece,
just by a single nestle of your air,
alluring me to revere those russet snare.
excited me to ride the of high of fittng,
those fiesty browns setting up high
into compelling blooming beauty
dreamy as night sky,
the art only for the braves
and there is crazy me ,
happily skiping stepping trying to find a place,
in the halls of those earthy palace....
-shreya
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5 | AkankshaC | 93 |
6 | Udeeta Borpujari | 86 |
7 | Rahul_100 | 68 |
8 | Anshika | 53 |
9 | Srividya Ivauri | 52 |
10 | WriteRightSan | 52 |
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3 | Rahul_100 | 242 |
4 | AkankshaC | 195 |
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10 | Manish_5 | 103 |
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