As I was going through my past yore,
Your thoughts slowly sifted,
Through my heart’s moor,
Piling up gradually,
On the bank of my mind,
Like silt appearing after some continuous grind.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
As I was going through my past yore,
Your thoughts slowly sifted,
Through my heart’s moor,
Piling up gradually,
On the bank of my mind,
Like silt appearing after some continuous grind.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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…and then, the rain began to fall in diamonds…
And that is so beautifully put 😊🙏
Raining diamonds…another way to describe (clarity) . If I may add, thank you poet, for always being respectfully gentle when replying! Makes all the difference in the world ..kindness. My spirit has had enough of the deliberate negativity that is dragging others down as well.
That is very nice of you to say that. I believe we are all here to learn, share, grow and spread happiness. Appreciate all the kind words. 🙏👍
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