“She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.”
― Nikki Rowe
Your face reflects the cerulean haze
lost in the morning skies
your eyes resemble the two jewels
in the obsidian sky
Your laugh and occasional guffaws
can put the
a thousand
tinkling
bells to shame
You back is straight
and hair and its curls
line the banks of a
gushing river
your kohl-lined eyes
has eclipsed my heart with love
with your fingers
tracing the beauty in a surreptitious way
your love was never truly mine
as your loyalty is not to me
but to the wide open sky.
Maybe you can love the open skies too. Lovely as always 😊
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Yes loyalty to the nature is always rewarded.
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Haha. There you go
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See you know me too well
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😊🌸
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Great day today.All bloggers parents seem to be happy.School reopened
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Haha. It has.
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Beautiful poem about love. I love the ending line about her love being for the open sky, and how the picture of her gazing upwards enhances it.
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Thanks Jaya I’m so blessed to have you as my reader.Thanks so much
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It is my pleasure.
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Thanks so much for the reblog
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Acceptance, the hallmark of wonderful relationships and freedom!
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Yes so rightly said Susi.Acceptance is indeed the hallmark of relationship.
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