The splatter of colors on the canvas had impressions of some gothic dreams
and her visage displayed scars of longings from some archaic world
but those eyes
jutting out into nothingness
like some promontory rock
giving nothing away
yet raising many thoughts
in the enigmatic folds of her battered yore
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Beautifully written โฅ
So beautiful and thoughtful ๐ธ
Thanks so much, Isha. Deeply appreciate it
Thanks so much ๐ธ
Lovely writing. It truly draws an image in the mind as all good writing does.
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Lovely writing as always!
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