What times have come, at times this soul thinks,
In love with intruders, it has started falling,
Passion imposes for ruling over the instincts,
Body‘s enslaved, and the dreams are calling.
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What times have come, at times this soul thinks,
In love with intruders, it has started falling,
Passion imposes for ruling over the instincts,
Body‘s enslaved, and the dreams are calling.
Savour the moments of slowly melting buttery lit plots and freshly baked stories on your tastebuds; sweet or salty; flaky or smooth, enjoy life at its best.....
Endeavouring Expression
The poet that resides in me writes all along my thought system and through my emotional ups and downs as well. Its not only my poetic lines that makes these poems, a secret Ingredient to them is my pen that dances along my heartbeats.
When words are better penned than spoken.....
Beautiful 🙂
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Like you ❤
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You are so sweet and a great talent 🙂 Like you as well dear 💜
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Nice one. 😊
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Thanks ❤ 🙂
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Welcome
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A-Adorable..
P-Pretty..
E-Eyes..
K-Knows &
S-Sees..
H-Humanity in
A-All…
Pretty post there..👸
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*takes a bow*
Mr. Crazy, you nailed it crazily enough! Thanks for adding such a beautiful meaning to my name ❤
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Fab post
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Thanks ❤ 🙂
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Wonderful poem! 🙂 ❤
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