Poet has a soul. It feels everything with severe intensity. Sometimes it flourishes in joy of replenishment, at times it is tarnished by the pain of burdened heart. Each sensitivity takes shape here. Poet lives in this blog and with her, here lives all that she loves. Read on to feel her pulse, for she breathes in her words !
Monday, 18 April 2016
Closely Apart
When evening arrives Wearing her auburn gown Sliding through my windowpane Some light of love Enters deep within I lose myself, completely Get dissolved in your heart So near are we Yet so very far.. So very closely apart ! ~Manjuri~
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