My Hand, My Pen, My Paper #Poetry
Originally posted on Vishal Dutia:
My hand, it grasps, a withered pen, dry and old, yet perfect all the same My pen, it dances, across the milky paper, smooth and neat, yet messy…
Originally posted on Vishal Dutia:
My hand, it grasps, a withered pen, dry and old, yet perfect all the same My pen, it dances, across the milky paper, smooth and neat, yet messy…
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Hide and seek Once we were brave, once we were unafraid of the ending, once we loved the beginning. I found you bare and alone, laying in a shallow… Continue reading
Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
Across the sea She blew me a fragrance, One I felt it worth to see With eyes upon her froze stare, And made me become aware. I loved…
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O so sweet, O so soft My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you. Would you, could you,… Continue reading
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