An unseasonable lamp Stays my side, As rays of the sun And shimmers of the nights, Reassuring words of love With her hands in mine! Like the touch of the wind On a scorching day, She is that touch wood Amidst the decaying logs, Making space for me to not seek more but enjoy the lesser!
Within the narrow lost trails Of her secret garden, We dwell deeper Unraveling profound mysteries, Looking out for connections And ending up with the strangest everything!
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Inspired by Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #100’.
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Beautiful poem Anisha
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Thank you very much! (:
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Don’t seek more, enjoy the lesser! Wonderful message💖
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Being content is about controlling the extent of desires. That was the intention of that particular thought. I’m glad you liked it. (:
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This is so beautiful Anisha. I love this!
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Thanks a lot, Vignesh! I’m glad you enjoyed the read. 😀
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Beautiful, Anisha! ❤ Has a magical quality!
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Thank you, Mam. Yeah, mother-daughter bonds are special! ❤
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Your words and message a beautiful. Anisha!
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Thanks a lot, Mam. I welcome your compliment! 😊
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You’re most welcome!💕
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