Her curve
My smile
Her craters
My scars
Her desolation
My loneliness
Her neighbours
My crowd
Her dark side
My dark secrets
Her borrowed light
My brittle longings
Her waning
My charade
Her exile
My penance
Her consistent cycle
My growth factor
We never get tired!
This is a free verse relating the pain and relief of a woman to the crescent.
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This post is written in response to the ‘Thursday #writephoto Photo Prompt’ by Sue Vincent.
To know more about the prompt, go through the guidelines, on her blog.
The poem is well written Anisha 🙌
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Thank you very much! ❣
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😍😍
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🤗❤
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And it’s beautiful as always Anisha!
Ending was so beautiful 🙂
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Thank you very much, Rashmi. I’m glad that it left a mark. ❣
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Superb, Anisha. 🙂
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Thanks a lot, Aishwarya! 😊
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You are welcome, Anisha. 🙂
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Very beautiful ❤
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Thanks a lot! ❤
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You’re very welcome 😊
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Good writing 👍🏻🙂🙏🏻
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Thank you! ☺
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Nice..
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Thank you!
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Each line carefully crafted to stir our heart-strings. Wow! ❤️
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I’m glad it touched your heart. Thanks, Priya! ❤
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Beautifully penned! 😍
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Thanks a lot! ❤
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