Here I come again
To sit on my haunches,
And gaze at the difficulties
That occupy my mind,
To sit on my haunches,
And gaze at the difficulties
That occupy my mind,
~Instead of shuffling them up
and spitting them out and
wrecking the delicate love
dancing around.~
And here I leave again
To spend the night,
Curled up in tears
Born out of
My obnoxious cries.
Nice lines. 👌
वो ख़्वाब ही है जो मुझमें ख़ामोश है,
वो लहर होता तो हम किनारों पर होते।
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Thank you 🙂 For your beautiful comment!
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🙏
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So lovely!
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Thanks José! Hope you’re doing well ❤️
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Beautiful! ❤
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Thank you very much for stopping by! ❤️
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what is it you seek?
did you forget you re unique
no matter the mood
the cause
handles
this a finger print
a flake of snow
and just so!
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✨ Sensuous Lines !
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Thank you very much 😀
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nice poem
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Thanks for stopping by!
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Hi
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Hey! After a long time! Your poem touched me. It’s very subtly beautiful
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Thanks so much, Ramyani! Glad you liked it and hope you are doing well ❤
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