...YOUR WORDS ARE POETRY...
The spring was not so pleasing with all its flowers and bumble bees.....
When you came with your silent foot steps, simply you forced me into my knees.....
Let me treat your reply positive because your no is more enchanting......
It is the smile in your words Monalisa, that thrills me and leaves me panting......
Your words are poetry themselves with all the artful poetics.....
When I take a full dip in them sweetheart, be their ferocious critics.....
Let me be drowned honey in your sweetness I would love to feel dyspneic.....
Love is best experienced when to communicate we don't need alphanumeric.....
©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
The spring was not so pleasing with all its flowers and bumble bees.....
When you came with your silent foot steps, simply you forced me into my knees.....
Let me treat your reply positive because your no is more enchanting......
It is the smile in your words Monalisa, that thrills me and leaves me panting......
Your words are poetry themselves with all the artful poetics.....
When I take a full dip in them sweetheart, be their ferocious critics.....
Let me be drowned honey in your sweetness I would love to feel dyspneic.....
Love is best experienced when to communicate we don't need alphanumeric.....
©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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