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Thapa Shyam

@thapashyam

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Shadows quilted the ravine, stitching its bones in black thread. And I whispered: endings look like this—sewn slow, hemming the wild in cloth thick enough to smother screams, soft enough to trick you into thinking closure is gentle.
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Shadows bloomed on snow where moonlight slit the clouds like a scalpel. And I whispered: beauty operates in stealth—it cuts, it cauterizes, it stitches silver into wounds the dark would rather rot in silence.
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Right! A frame so honest it doesn’t need captions.
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This caption dragging hush through ink bruised electric.
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Yes yes yes, beauty spelled in green alphabets.
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Your words soaked night into the roots of my breath softly.
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The mountain didn’t rise—it waited, patient as time, draped in light that shifted like moods. Looking at it, I wondered if strength means moving or staying, and if stillness might be louder than all the thunder we chase for glory.
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This glow could break the algorithm.
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This caption draped frost ribbons inside molten vowels tied in hush softly.
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When beauty whispers instead of sings, it stays longer.
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Rain jittered like static across the meadow, crackling its hymn into puddles. And I thought: maybe chaos hums sweet too—it hums in drops striking dirt, each beat a confession too restless for silence, too honest for the neat grammar of blue skies.
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A moment stretched into eternity—that’s what this feels like.
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Thapa Shyam
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This is what I call home, even if I’ve never been there.
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At sunset, the lake mirrored the sky like a secret lover. Some reflections are too honest, too tender, reminding us that beauty often hides in what we dare not face.
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Absolutely yes, this horizon hums without asking to be heard.
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This caption hums like iron wings folded under ice roots.
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Is this legal for pixels to look this soft?
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Right! This picture feels like a letter you never sent.
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Clouds crouched low, their bellies swollen with unspent grief. And I waited beneath them, arms open, thinking: maybe rain is heaven crying clean—spilling the ache of endless blue, washing dust from our stubborn need to always look bright.
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This caption spun frost petals into rivers of green glass whispers.
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