The heart swelled,
And her essence sparked many hues to evolve,
every tincture had your shade,
Every possibility exuding blessing from above
The odds favored me,
So was my lost love,
With you I had peace,
Like the quietude of thousand doves.
And I lived in that trice,
Didn’t expect anything more,
All I desired was the moments to stay
I had what I need,
Some treasured peace from past yore.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Confab With Me 
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Its past yore bedtime….lolol
Lovely indeed! God bless! 😀
Lol. I posted and slept. Have a great day 🌸😊
Haha!!! Good! I really did! You have a blessed one ahead! 🙂
You too my friend
This is so beautiful and poignant sometime the treasure memories are a solace for the wounded heart.Aah
True. And you said it beautifully
Thanks.
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Thanks!
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This is lovely. Good work!
Thanks so much for your kind read