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Poetry
Silver Stone
By: Anna Verghese
Like the phases of the moon,
The ending transpires too soon,
After a delicate rose is in bloom,
It withers away in gloom,
The mighty empire that conquered all,
Must also suffer a fall,
Alluring fantasies latch onto my soul,
Throwing me back into the hole,
The crescent moon burns bright,
On this somber night.
Like the phases of the moon,
Fresh roses flourish in June,
A new empire seizes power,
Within the stroke of the hour,
Now to myself I must tend,
So I can observe the end,
The worries and hope of tomorrow arrive,
The past locked in the archive.
Like the phases of the moon,
I will rise again, immune.
Dreams
By: Anna Verghese
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It was a head full of dreams
Not big dreams or small dreams
Not happy dreams or sad dreams
But the kind of dreams
That allowed you to escape from the world
They flew you among the trees
To the milky way and into the stars
So you wouldn’t have to look
Back upon the ground
Where the hurt haunted you
Sticking to your side
Sins lined up behind you
Soldiers reporting for duty
Waiting for their call to shoot
You with the memories