His sharp eyes hardly missed
to shoot any flying skeet,
he enjoyed enticing dames
disguising them with his tricks
Until one day,
when his vision got blurred
by a lady’s fleeting soul,
and since that day
he was never the same,
neither in parts nor in whole
He tried many times
but never once
he could bring back his old stance
despaired, all he desired now
was to be the skeet,
for her eyes to behold his writhe soul
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It’s the power of love…
Thank you B. Love usually redefines us, mostly for good. Thanks for your comment
Awesome post!
Thank you so much Alex
Thank you for your thing always so delicate and kind
That is so kind of you to say that. Means a lot coming from you 🤗😇
Just awesome 👌
Thank you so much Pawan 🙏
This is beautiful. :’)
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