Okay, so how does actually self publishing works?Its that hard,right?I really want to learn the ways through which I could reach out more people with respect to my self-published poetry book.
Besides what are the advantages of having a domain on wordpress?Besides the wonderous plugins that I know,what else is paramount about it??
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Show me the tiniest of lines,possible;
wrinkle the sheets,pour your unparalleled love on me;
yes extinguish me with YOU,
Make me glow,in the golden faint lights;
make me oblivious forever;
Yes You,rest your body on mine;
to shake the world;
to discover luminous tremors.
The sky has some ravishing tales to tell at night,the striking beauty seems so vivid to speak of its victorious solace perhaps;
The cool breeze teaches me to be patient as I mirror myself above the high sky,the magic and the delight to observe each sparkling star makes me feel fly;
My thoughts unravel in this frame of midnight,as if this composure will soothe all my bones and carry me to a place that is so buoyant,
I can walk in this calmness for long hours or could sit and wonder of all my powers,my love is passionate and deeply rooted for my honor;
I wish once,the great moon or the stars could come to me and offer me a kiss of fidelity,merry my heart will sing,ending to all the incongruous suffering.
Oh,yes make me your bride or lover,I shall be lost in you forever,there is something so charismatic about your night sight,I promise to be by your glorious side;
The marks of pain on my body shall be cleansed by your joyous love,teach me the lessons of life and detox me from this-worldly torment.
Be my light,be my guide..fill me with all the pride.Speak winds to me,giggle rain to me,ask the night to accompany me,so that my upcoming nights are dear to me!
Hush you grey clouds,
today the waters shall abate,
like a thunder you say,vapid butterflies
shall fly away
free from the earth
somewhere they make merry
Hush you insensate emotions
my sweet canvass awaits for me
with some bubbles of faith,
and some roses of hope
I shall re-colour you grey cloud,
with the deepest of pure tremor.
The bottom and the rim of my heart is blank,
no tides or waves..
not even monsoon peeps the heart,
the conjectures doesn’t smell fresh,
name it stale,
name it hideous,
like it’s all plain,
The high spirits,still linger,
through the dark holes,
through the black lines,
only to know,
will the blankness still persist more.