tired
eyes
have
no
respite,
the image
of you
stuck like
a permanant
lens,
fun at first
to see
your face
in the sun
and moon,
till human
faces
also
seemed to
metamorphorsise,
the silly heart
loving
this
perfect
paradise,
but tired eyes
afraid to shut
for dreams
had already been
compromised.
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Vidur
04Apr17
Ouch
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So apt! 😉 👍
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Killer stuff thanks.
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Wistful and touching words, Vidur. So well expressed, and with a lovely peroration.
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Thank you so much, Roland. Your comment is much appreciated!
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A lovely piece Vidur ! Love could be so overwhelming.
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Thank you, Chhaya! When writing about it, its nice to stretch it to see how far it can reach 🙂
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Absolutely ! That’s actually quite thrilling.
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Perfect ..
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Thank you Jeni!
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beautiful.
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thank you 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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