She wrapped her memories in a valise and sailed away,
Far from the ostensible life she lived.
And from the reek of the horrid past,
she used to so dearly believe.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
She wrapped her memories in a valise and sailed away,
Far from the ostensible life she lived.
And from the reek of the horrid past,
she used to so dearly believe.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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and there from there, she soared high.
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Thank you, Megha 😊🌸
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Oh GES. And how I feel this too sometimes. I live the way you have painted thenpucture so succinctly
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Thank you so much for other kind comment
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much
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“.. because some birds are just not meant to be caged!” 🙂 🙂
Lovely poem, Shantanu 🙂
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Thank you so much for your kind comment. Loved your line 😊🌸
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It was a beautiful poem, so the pleasure was mine really 🙂
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Thank you again. You are so kind with your words
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Always a pleasure to read your work 🙂
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You are such a kind soul ❤️
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Moving on is the best form of self-preservation. Love the poem 🙂
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Thank you so much. I agree with you. 😊
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FREEDOM.
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Yes. Always is beautiful
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💕
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😊🌸thank you
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