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Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Susurrations of love

The evening hangs on branches.
Dusk. Dust. Quietude.
Rustling of leaves.
Whispers of yesterdays.
Beautiful slideshow.

Long time!
And I yearn to steal,
from the scrapbook of life,
pages, where we had inked
our togetherness.

Forgive me, I hear your voice,
and forget to breathe.
The susurrations of syllables,
leave sultry goosebumps, on my soul.
Still. After all this while. Everytime. Always.


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Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 
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2 comments:

  1. Srivalli RekhaJanuary 9, 2020 at 12:47 AM

    I like how the imagery and emotions flow hand in hand.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJanuary 9, 2020 at 10:16 AM

      Thank you so much Srivalli for such kind and encouraging words

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