Her quirky demeanor is a blessing to experience,
And her capricious mien a benison to glean,
Not everyone had the privilege to accost her.
For she was a gush of wind,
A stream of fragrance,
Only to feel,
Not to hold,
In some prison made of steel.
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The freedom 🙂 That’s unparalleled
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True. Thanks for reading and commenting, Parikhit
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… Such a pretty image…
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Thank you so much, B
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As always… my absolute pleasure 🤗🤗
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You are a kind soul 🌸🌸
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Not to hold,
In some prison made of steel.So true. Loved needs to soar high.
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Thank you so much, Megha
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