a maiden morning ray
is all what it takes
hush a heart, writhing
woeful and ashamed
now that I am up, agonized
life treads, turns up gray
night snarls at me,
pardoned with eyes awake
blissfully proud and drifted away
in diurnal deeds of forte,
singing songs of merry
of facade, foibles disobeyed
©Written Frames, 2018
So wonderful!
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Thank you Bill ❤
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My pleasure!
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Love the rhythm, love the phrases, love the picture… 💕
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This picture is of MG road in Gangtok.. the memory of well lit road, jubilant crowd is still so fresh in my memory with sweet smell of pastries titillating my olfactory…
❤ Isha ❤
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Ever a fan of your vivid, lifelike descriptions and of course, photography skills 💕💕
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Thank you and a very Happy New year to you!
Hope to see you again sometime soon! ❤
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A very happy new year to you too, dear Shefali!
I feel we shall meet again! ❤
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When there is just the still pre-dawn, and our own thoughts …. how vulnerable we are even if there is another body sleeping near. A mask has been long removed and we are left with our inner voice chasing an errant heartbeat. Your writing captures the moment so well, and the image has me …. craving the freshest cake from a roadside vendor!
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Don’t you remind me of those delicious, delicate cakes! I never experienced my craving for sweets until then. Not sure if it was the taste of pastry that lingers in my mouth or the sweet memory of the companion and her smiles throughout!
Thank you D for the lovely comment! ❤
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Had to read three times to get the layers . It grows on u with every reading
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Such an energizing comment! 🙂 Thank you
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Yo. Anyday
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