Her thoughts surged like roaring waves,
Questioning his existence,
Often silently.
And few times with vigor.
Her memories clouded his senses,
befuddling his already confused stature,
In a ruthless manner,
obscuring his mind,
Teasing him like some bate.
And in that impetuous moment,
All that his heart could clasp to,
Was a lasso,
Yielding to some naive precedent.
Believing that the storm will abate.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Well, that sucks…. She should be merciful 😂
That’s really very sad 😦
I know. Not everyone has a heart of gold like you 😊
It is. Thank you for reading 😊🌸
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😂😂😂😂 funny
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Wonderfully penned!😉
Thanks again for your kind read
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