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Gentle breeze...



Gentle breeze blows
Her laughter rings
through the room.
the candle struggles
to survive.
His heart melts..

He holds her arms
and her eyes light up.
pillows lie strewn on
the floor,sheets lie
rumpled.

Gentle breeze blows
outside.Gentle kisses
bring forth smiles.
Gently he takes her
inside.

In the dark,fingers
entwine.Two shadows
become one.Gentle
breeze blows.The candle has
ceased to survive.

Comments

  1. .Two shadows
    become one.Gentle
    breeze blows


    nicely written

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  2. Expression quotient is quite high.....

    Shadows don't lie.....amen

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  3. what can I say other than you need to be published.

    this one is so honest and gentle...like love.
    you're the best.

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  4. wow
    beautiful...the last bit..briliant

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  5. oye dream catcher...
    somethings are to be cherished& not discussed. well, you can roll the horses of ur imagination though...

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  6. there was this bhoot in a movie called band darawaza..he used to say "nikiDDDA"...i am always reminded of me when i come to your page :D

    that is a nice pictre of that girl in the prev post

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  7. AWESOME !!!! yaaa . What imaginationu have ... "hail"

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  8. I love the repeating image of the candle struggling to survive, then giving up the ghost during that night of the gentle breeze.

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  9. yup c_h_e_r_i_s_h_e_d bole to ;)
    he he..jk hope u didn't mind :D

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  10. beautiful! :)
    nicely written!

    peace & love
    Jeevy

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  11. i've added u in my blogroll!
    will be back to read more!

    peace & love
    Jeevy

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  12. lovely words....the words are so simple but the feelings run very deep...!

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  13. I enjoy your poetry.
    Best wishes,
    Maria

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