Every evening he sets the ouija and put his trembling finger on the planchette with the hope to reach her soul. She was long gone but alive in his memories. All he wants now is to touch her spirit through the seances of his belief.
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Wow, beautiful composition 👌
Thanks so much Priti
Yearning of the heart so beautifully written
I’m sure he will, and she is not gone
We always want them back.
“seances of his belief” What a beautiful piece of write my dear Shantanu! Bravo!
Beautiful
Thanks so much dear
Thanks so much Jay
So true
Thanks so much for such beautiful words 😊
Thanks so much
You are so welcome, my dear friend!
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Thanks so much dear for the reblog
Simply beautiful!!
Thanks so much Kranti