When I could’ve slipped off
A thousand more times,
And my remorses could’ve scolded me,
Eaten up my wanderings silently;
I chose to euologize my stars,
Sleeping in the valleys that knit the prongs.
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When I could’ve slipped off
A thousand more times,
And my remorses could’ve scolded me,
Eaten up my wanderings silently;
I chose to euologize my stars,
Sleeping in the valleys that knit the prongs.
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.....
Bringing history to life
Never get lost in the Sauce
This is also a lovely one. Proud to have a poetess as a friend. 💓
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Thanks Mansi 😉
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Hello! This is kind of off topic but I need some help from an established blog. Is it difficult to set up your own blog? I’m not very techincal but I can figure things out pretty fast. I’m thinking about making my own but I’m not sure where to start. Do you have any points or suggestions? Cheers
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Nah, no problem at all, I’m glad you messaged me! Here’s my id- apeksharai27@gmail.com
I’d love to help you out, just drop me a mail when you get time! 🙂
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