that aloneness in a
Lost space of time;
Dwarfed by thoughts
magnified in that
sensitivity
Washed over by waves
of satisfaction
at your creation...
Swathed in gossamer
dreams,
and brilliant hopes.
In that temporary
archive, is a niche
I always wanted to
make my own.
Dates don't matter ,because after a phase and being born with a class every little awareness falls into place when someone like you weave brilliance in forms of poetry.
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So very beautiful! That start! And then:
ReplyDeleteIn that temporary
archive, is a niche
I always wanted to
make my own.
Echo Soumya here, had been here in the morning, I looked at the dates and was plainly stunned. Now I have retrieved myself a bit, so I am writing. Bless you!
Reminds me of something I had written of solitude for Venkat's punct at will, yours is a marvel :)
magical!! truly...!
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Soumya and Rukhiya, ah yes, the date :) Even for that you two come up with such endearing ways to make it so very very pleasurable to read and soak in the warmth of the words!
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Sash... you're the princess with the magic:)