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 ♥
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Thanks so much 🌸
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So beautiful and thoughtful 🌸
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Thanks so much, Isha. Deeply appreciate it
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Lovely writing. It truly draws an image in the mind as all good writing does.
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Thanks so much. Deeply appreciate your kind words. Means a lot
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Lovely writing as always!
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Thank you so much. Always appreciate your words
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You’re welcome!
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