There is a place,
Where the moon
Isn’t afraid to say
How much it loves the stars
There is a place,
Made of glass
So aesthetic yet so fragile,
A promise which was meant to last forever
Didn’t matter anymore
And suddenly
And these pieces start to scream in dark
They scream for someone to hear them
To fix them back
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I enjoy the images and the simplicity.
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I really enjoyed that too!
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Lovely, it flowed very well. 😀
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I thought so too!
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One needs to learn to handle delicate things than to know how to fix the pieces back. I know a stupid comment on such a beautiful post Pooja 🌹
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Not stupid at all!! It’s actually an interesting comment!
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Thank you so much Pooja for the kind and encouraging comment.
Good morning and wish you a very happy October
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Beautiful words!!
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Yes definitely!
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Very well written . Very deep and intense . Simple yet unique . Enjoyed it .
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Yeah I really liked it too!
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you!
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Most welcome. 🙂
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I appreciate the pictures and the straightforwardness.
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Yeah I thought so too!
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