When you were resting
in the lap of silver nights
The camera of my heart
captured countless images
Of the sacred , rare soul
Enough for me to worship
No desire of the silent statue.
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Priya Tomar (
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Short and sweet ✨
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Lovely unlike many that are enamored by the outer shell this time it is the inner self that catches the imagination a marvelous poem
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You are most welcome
Beautifully descriptive, loved each line.
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When you were resting
in the lap of silver nights
The camera of my heart
captured countless images
Of the sacred , rare soul
Enough for me to worship
No desire of the silent statue.
Priya, this is tender and reverent. The heart as camera catching a sacred soul…such a beautiful way to frame devotion. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for always lovely comment.
Beautiful
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The poem "Memories" revolves around nostalgia and the act of cherishing moments spent with a beloved. It highlights the emotional depth of memories that linger and the reverence one feels for a person who has left a significant impact on their life. The subject matter focuses on the connection between the speaker and the beloved, emphasizing the sacredness of their bond and the profound respect the speaker has for the beloved's essence.
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beautiful and touching..wow
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Very soulful and warming of the moments lover share….a glimpse is enough to capture the fading time….keep penning such poetries underline
Thank you for encouraging words .
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