Her guffaws were imprinted on his mind,
like a recurring uproar
laughing his worries away,
And every occasion the heart betrayed,
looming the dark clouds
over his benign thoughts,
She planned those accidental visits,
and it didn’t matter
how dark the alleys were,
or how desolate his aura was,
she found a way to invade,
occupying every corner of his mind,
and despite the wretched self
or the melancholy he assumed,
her aberrant thoughts made him smile,
and that’s how he survived
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Beautifully written
That was amazing, great read Shantanu dear.❤️
So did you realize that you reposted this on good Friday? I am not sure what religion you preach. Sorry if I offended you?
she sounds like a very interesting woman………
Thanks so much for your lovely words
Thanks so much for your lovely words ❤️
This was a love poem and I am not able to relate it to Good Friday. And I had no intent to relate it to any religion. Sorry if I offended you
Thanks so much for your kind read 😊🌸
Your very short versions of He and She makes me fall in love with your words all over again.
You didn’t :). Now I see it, good job.
My absolute pleasure dear.❤️
You are such a loving soul. Thank you dear. I so appreciate your beautiful words
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Wow 😮 love that one!
Thanks so much, Mona
🙂 my pleasure. so cool to be able to imagine people from your words.
Wonderful read!
You are very kind. Thanks Wendi
Thanks so much, Punam
my pleasure.
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My pleasure!
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Let’s weave all your poetries together and that would be the best love story ever😊
You are so very kind. Thanks for such a lovely comment ❤️
Most welcome
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