Falling to a pulp on the floor
Heard the voices many;
The bliss was intoxicating….
Displaced she felt as she rouse;
Confusion written
On the faces that peered.
But one familiar face
Lifted her hand
And to that smile, she relaxed.
Not yet, she heard
And sprung to rise –
The only rhythm
Her heartbeat.
Those few minutes?
The mystery enshrined….
“Knowledge is of no value unless you put it into practice.” ~Anton Chekhov
Mere khayal aap tak..
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Feel the rain, take a book and have a cuppa:-)
Alla ricerca del bello
the dog, me and the open road
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
Life..wonder what it is!
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Beautiful poem…loved it 🙂 🙂
please visit mine too
cheers! Apeksha
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Thank you, Apeksha. I shall.
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please keep in touch…may be one day I’d need to thank you for my success
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