Debashree Biswal Poems

I stand amongst a myriad of dreams
Above the inhumane cries and screams
And fallin' and wreckin' was never my choice
Until I fell into the deep shadows that summoned my voice.
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In this space, the night is of a bygone age
Flames encircle me, yet no warmth touches my skin
The icy depths within me usurp all homage
Tempered steel unswayed by the inferno of anger within
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Amidst the icy winter fall, the ochre leaves
Frost-snogged bitter, a thread that weaves
Behold the picturesque majesty of toasty tones
Bleed and peel, yet, eternally long for the thorns.
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