Her love,
an occult,
like a mystic tale
blended in a melodious allure
And her thoughts
had shades of a bohemian soul,
gravitating to a desire,
impossible to escape
One can doubt her existence,
her presence,
her words,
her meandering talks,
but never can anyone
prescind her love
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I like the feel of the words.
Thanks so much, Jay
I got to enjoy your poem and learn a new word – double thanks.
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Very beautiful poetry.👌👌
profound and beautiful.
Thank you so much my friend
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So turw, loves is the fundamental of life
Thanks so much for your lovely read
So beautiful ♥️
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