Her words like some eolian charm slowly drifting my soul into an ethereal bliss, and I remained mesmerized soaking in this thing called love
By, Shantanu Baruah
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Absolutely beautiful as love.
Shantanu, hey don’t you you do a multi part poem based on ending lines this thing called love.
You have written such a beautiful definition of love in the past.
Just a suggestion.
It will be beautiful long poem about ” This thing called Love”
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Thank you Megha for your kind read and words. I didn’t think that way but it is an interesting thought. Let me try to bring it together. Thank you once again
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Glad you like it.Looking forward to reading it.
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😊😊
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Beautifully written. Indeed love is mesmerizing 😊
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Thank you so much Anne. Good to see you here
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Most welcome.. good to be back too 😊
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😊😊
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