It is so unlike the radiance of familiar
affections
And much averted affectations.
So unlike the disguised bliss rushed in -from
a cataract romance.
Its aroma fans out and kisses their souls-to-
Fuse- Coalesce- run- and battered together.
-Even from miles apart-
The flesh tastes indifference- lust defeated-
as their minds defrost.
It’s so unlike her fiction- and so unlike his
verity.
The emotion half travelled in a bridge
where the two edges converge-
And the end seems eternal like its
contradicting travellers.
After all-
Where the pebble does stands if it forgets
to-
-Treasure – discern- and cherish
The very grain of sand that fosters it?
Pebble does stand
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Your captions are so catchy , as always!
I am sorry Nasnin, I ve missed a lot.. will catch up.. <3
You write awesome ... do write more please :-)
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