He didn’t know
what storms she carried,
what scars she wore,
what battles she fought
and what she had lost
for that smile was pensive
her bruise had shades of green
the aftermath of duel still beaming from her countenance
and eyes hollow hiding many tales unseen
and with a hint of skepticism,
and a dash of doubt,
uncertain,
all he could conjure to do,
was to hold her tight in the warmth of his arms
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So beautiful, it touched my soul. 🙂
Thanks so much, Lucia. Deeply appreciate it
Beautifully penned❤❤
Thanks so much, Sadia
Pleasure 😊
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My pleasure Shantanu.
😊👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼……
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Thanks so much D
I love this!!
Thanks so much my friend
Your welcome 🙂
Good to hear from you
And that’s beautiful
Thanks so much my dear friend
This is beautiful, each word leaps, touching the depths of the soul. So lovely are your words.
Thanks so much my dear friend. Deeply appreciate it
You are certainly welcome, it’s truly a pleasure
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And that was enough to weather the storm, support is the umbrella during the tears of rain. A lovely written piece my friend.🌹
Thanks so much for your beautiful read. Much appreciate your support ❤️
Thank you for your beautiful words🌹🌹
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Beautiful penned
Thanks so much
This is so beautiful ❤️
Thanks so much
And we all need such assurance by the end of a tiring day. Lovely poem.
Thanks so much for your lovely words.
Kitna thank you bolte ho
Haha