Like radiant, luminous streak,
of shooting star,
you cross my life.
In that miniscule moment,
my love becomes my prayer.
Believe it or not.
But you light up my life.
Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt 257 - Luminous
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
Like radiant, luminous streak,
of shooting star,
you cross my life.
In that miniscule moment,
my love becomes my prayer.
Believe it or not.
But you light up my life.
Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt 257 - Luminous
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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