Clobbered Clouds,
enticed her soul from repose.
Infinite droplets on casement,
lingered her to enigmatic state.
Music of rain was syncing,
to the ticker’s journey of remembering.
Lightening was striking those eyes,
which were anticipating someone’ s presence.
Palm drifted across the window glass
perceived the chill
the drizzle had devised.
Pulchritude it was,
the artistry of dews.
Rapture was that delight,
yet heart swayed to the twilight,
about the emptiness lodged,
between those fingers!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ashmii,
Very beautifully written. Loved every word 🙂 Perceiving the chill on the windows is quite cool.
Cheers gal !!!
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Thankss Anoop 🙂
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Gal…. Such beautifully written words…… just loved it………
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Thank you Eve 🙂
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Beautiful one dear… 🙂
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Thank you so much Roshan 🙂
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You have woven it beautifully dear 🙂 That’s why we are unable to think of a different word 🙂
TC! Keep smiling 🙂
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I don’t know what to say even though you post something once in a week or two you make sure it is worth reading. Once again you showed that you have that skill required to write lovely poems like these.Having thoughts and putting it beautifully into words both are equally important i guess 🙂
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Thank you so much for the read and such a positive feedback Shernisk……. This inspires me each time
to write better than last 🙂
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