The time abraded her soul layer by layer
Her chirpiness was also not spared from being pared
But her gaze was still sharp and intriguing
Torpedoing all barriers breaching every moatShe consumed wilderness
And that what she becameCopyright © Shantanu Baruah
The time had abraded her soul layer by layer
Her chirpiness was also not spared from being pared
But her gaze still sharp and intrigued
Torpedoing all barriers breaching every moat
She consumed wilderness
And that what she became
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Confab With Me 
You’re good at this and I think you know it.😉
Shantanu, sometimes I feel that your writing could be for Wife, child, Mother, Grandmother, even Country. And the beauty of it is when the reader can relate. ☺️
I put a smile face and got a blushing face???? See Nothing is correct when I try to comment on your work. I don’t understand. This doesn’t happen when I comment to others. It is a mystery.
Myth. Such a beautiful thing to say. 🌸💛thank you
Haha. With me you should be fine. Thank you for all your love
It is healthy to give love and kindness.
And thank you for being kind to me.
I totally agree. Great to connect with you 🌸
Hey for some reason it was in my spam – thanks for your lovely words 🌸😊
Oh! I wonder why? And you’re always welcome.
Thank you 🌸
Again you’re welcome.
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