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Without having even opened,
my tired little eyes,
it was so clear to me:

This frozen ground,
frosted trees, && darkened skies,
yearn for tangerine drops of sunlight.

Patiently through the shadow of time,
does the dew wait for its prism,
&& as certain as the colors on the horizon,
line up, waiting to greet the day,
my heart, my grasp, will be empty,
&& gaze fixed upon a new found blue.
 Nov 2015 Manisha Uniyal
Paige
Eat.
Work.
Sleep.

Repeat.

Eat
School
Sleep

Repeat.

Robotic Routine.
Robotic Movements.
Robotic Thinking.
I'm not meant to exist.
*I'm meant to live.
 Nov 2015 Manisha Uniyal
Linz
Fields of green
Tall blades of grass
The dew of the morning still making it shine
    and sparkle from the bright sun

In the far yonder sheep peacefully stray
United as a pact
Never leaving each others side
White and beautiful

Off to the side
Where the thunder always stays
The sun never shines
One sheep is astray

She isn't beautiful or graceful
Her coat black and matted
Her hooves cracked and her eyes dark

She tries to join the family
But is tied tight to the fence of
Humility and shame
The black sheep will never be good enough
To be wanted or proud

The pact only allows
Sheep that are perfect
There's no room for the one
Who fell astray one day

Why can't they just see
That all she desires is to be wanted
To feel love and not shamed
And never again be taunted
 Nov 2015 Manisha Uniyal
chris
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 Nov 2015 Manisha Uniyal
chris
.
gentle is the night.
the morning light
is too sharp for sight.
batlike, i shall hide,
waiting for the moon to rise.
poem that i wrote for english 2 years ago
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