You don’t give me any trice to unwind,
Sometimes killing me with your silence,
Sometimes making me glow in soothing light.
And in those rare occasions,
When you shower your love,
The feeling is pristine,
Like flight of thousand doves.
But before I could see,
Any herald of hope,
The thread holding us,
You snap away that rope.
And you assume silence,
Leaving me in despair,
And then I wait,
Till the blue moon reappear.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Blue moon eh? Hmm did you dye it? Lol great piece as always! Blessings!
Beautiful poem!
Blue moon is symbolic of what?
This feels kind of sad
Love the yearning here, beautifully presented.. 👍🏼😊
So touching a piece, this is….. 😊
Once in a blue moon🤗
Awww !!! Sooooo lovely Poem
👏👏👏 Amazing & this is unpredictable me ✌ except for the rope snapping part…., but instead; I just make the rope look lengthy and vague, meanwhile am close by….. Just a habit 🤷
Haha. I wish I can. It is just an aspiration. Thank you for your comment
Thank you so much
Blue moon appears seldom. 😊🌸
It is. Thank you for commenting Lorraine
Thank you so much for reading
You are welcome
Thank you, Jass
Thank you so much, Akshaya for the read
Thank you so much for your kind read and comment. Love the way you will make the rope appear haha. The other person will need aberrant eyes
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I did searched about it after reading your poem. Thanks for expanding my knowledge.. 🙃💕
My pleasure always 😊🌸
you are welcome!
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Beautiful ❤️
Thank you dear ❤️
No problem 🌸❤️
The unpredictability of love..sometimes surprises us sometimes leaves us in despair.
True. Thanks for the comment
This is a brilliant piece!
Thank you so much
Always a pleasure my friend
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