The stage was set for the annual regattas race,
He adjusted the sails one final time before the chase.
She too was raring to go,
And her face was graced by a tinge of garish glow.
While he believed his skills to navigate the gale,
Her trust however was jutted on him than the sails.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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This was a wonderful read😊
thank you for providing a smile this morning……
You are too kind. I am glad you liked it
i really, really did.
You are wonderful, without trust the world can be a lonely place. Love your lessons my friend.
Thank you so much for liking my work.
Lovely.
Thanks a lot dear
Great!
Thank you so much
🙂 yup.
Love your work🌹
Thank you for sharing such beautiful poetry. Loved it ❤️🌸
Thank you dear son, 😊🌸
Thank you so much my friend
No problem 🌸
My absolute pleasure😊
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Absolutely! The trust will always be his heart!
True that. Thanks for the comment my friend
My pleasure
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Wow. Loved the idea. Obviously fabulously written. Loved it❤️
Thank you so much, Jay