She decorated her heart for
sharing her love with her
two friends.
She ran for the outcome
of her life together with
that friends.
Her heart was sublime to
crown the two lovers.
She had certified her two
friends take her life
together.
Her friends made good
credibility for the warm
of her life.
The two hands streams;
That showering to her
heart.
She could made it success
Into the outer world.
The strange love affair that
could vesper her looks.
She obeyed to share her love
with her two friends
She made no bash for her
ambition.
Her pulse was pulsated for
two hearts.
Her eyes lighted for the
Those men.
The blood poured through
the blood cells only for
them.
Her breathings only functioned
for them
I have no word for braiding
their love.
A love cohorting with
three hearts.
Absorbing all bounty of
the life.
The rendezvous of the
three strange hearts.
The three bohemians they
could ingratiated each other.
The three pals they could
made their life with fraught.
They dreamed it so that
they could deserve it.
An offbeat fondness that
never submerged their
relationship.
There was no impairment
on their throttles.
They preserved their hearts
each other.
A tremendous life and
love affair.
An epoch of buzzing love.
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Author:
cyriac maliakkal (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2023 00:30
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Comments1
'I have no word for braiding
their love.'
wonderfully creative with your imagery
thanks for sharing
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