I wandered alone in wild
No knowledge - like a tender child
Lovingly, he held me in his arms
And I surrendered to his charm
He softly touched my soul
His eyes- like a wine filled bowl
I drank from them through silent nights
And lost my senses and sights
A storm broke the palace's peace
With an innocent noise, a tone laced with grief
A gentle voice , soft as petal bed
Whispered - " I am his beloved"
— Priya Tomar
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Priya Tomar (
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A story in itself this could also be a metaphor for the loss of innocence. Nicely done
Thanks.
Nicely written write, I get the feeling of the loss of innocence in the write and regret afterwards, well expressed
Thanks a lot
You are very welcome
The ache of loving a heart already claimed... beautifully captured
Thank you so much
love this nice words nice flow
you have a talent there keep writing
Thanks a lot
So deep, wonderful, and pure
Thank you so much.
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