Eventually,
the spotlight shines on us.
Jingles resonate,
excerpts from life. '' ''
Mayhaps symphonic sonnets...
perchance dissonant dribblings...
...
we decide our echoes.
Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt #259
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Monday blues
Monday starts with clouds. Rain, traffic, files and long hours - the same old weekdays. Swamped calendars, papers pile, already - thoughts o...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
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