A poem about dogs Dogs are a great thing Spending time together I can't think of anything Better in stormy weather Some dogs do not like The loud booms And owners too I think Want to hide in their rooms You comfort the dog The dog comforts you You pet the dog calmly The dog protects too Side by side As the clouds clear Both you and the dog Together facing your fears ©Schizology

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A view I want to see you From all directions With every possible Angle of light To see each and Every inch of you How the shadows Accent your body And how the light Radiates your face You are like An evolving canvas Hues in the millions Like colorful art A painting that Becomes more Appreciable after Every viewing ©Schizology

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Exposed a fragile weakness #2 What I thought it was It wasn't even close I thought you loved me I thought I was who you chose When I thought of us I thought of love It saddened me to know That I was not enough I was disappointed I was shocked and stricken Finding out you stopped caring I was totally heartbroken I worshipped you completely I would have given you everything Then discover it wasn't returned That I didn't mean anything The result is me now damaged Broken into a million jagged pieces After realizing it was the end It exposed a fragile weakness ©Schizology

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A couple flowers Nanho purple Butterfly bush in the center of this picture Miss pearl white Butterfly bush on the left and on the right Blue Salvia is poking from the bottom left quite nicely The sun was shining this day , the photos are alright ©Schizology

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White My grandma used to say "Clothes tell story, A tale of what we have always been. They hold a beginning and the end And everything that's in between" Her cotton, soft Sarees are now keepsakes, They hold the happy rays of the sun, The times when she danced in beams, Those good old days of fun. The rough white patches on its edges Are badges of what she has earned, The freckles and marks of lifetime, Of hands that left no stone unturned. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

A poem about dogs Dogs are a great thing Spending time together I can't think of anything Better in stormy weather Some dogs do not like The loud booms And owners too I think Want to hide in their rooms You comfort the dog The dog comforts you You pet the dog calmly The dog protects too Side by side As the clouds clear Both you and the dog Together facing your fears ©Schizology

Schizology

A view I want to see you From all directions With every possible Angle of light To see each and Every inch of you How the shadows Accent your body And how the light Radiates your face You are like An evolving canvas Hues in the millions Like colorful art A painting that Becomes more Appreciable after Every viewing ©Schizology

Schizology

Exposed a fragile weakness #2 What I thought it was It wasn't even close I thought you loved me I thought I was who you chose When I thought of us I thought of love It saddened me to know That I was not enough I was disappointed I was shocked and stricken Finding out you stopped caring I was totally heartbroken I worshipped you completely I would have given you everything Then discover it wasn't returned That I didn't mean anything The result is me now damaged Broken into a million jagged pieces After realizing it was the end It exposed a fragile weakness ©Schizology

Schizology

A couple flowers Nanho purple Butterfly bush in the center of this picture Miss pearl white Butterfly bush on the left and on the right Blue Salvia is poking from the bottom left quite nicely The sun was shining this day , the photos are alright ©Schizology

Schizology

White My grandma used to say "Clothes tell story, A tale of what we have always been. They hold a beginning and the end And everything that's in between" Her cotton, soft Sarees are now keepsakes, They hold the happy rays of the sun, The times when she danced in beams, Those good old days of fun. The rough white patches on its edges Are badges of what she has earned, The freckles and marks of lifetime, Of hands that left no stone unturned. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar