And 'tis such a cliché to hear that storms don't last forever,
no they don't, but strong, persistent men - flamed, impassioned men do.
Courageously, boldly, patiently chasing their cherished dreams.
Linking with Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry
Monsoon Moment
After every downpour, life quietly resumes—hungry creatures forage, grey skies linger, and unexpected beauty finds its place among the passi...
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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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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.