It is the rain by the evening hours
Shower when rocks up the walks
I lie lonely amidst the chilled snow
yet delicate scent riddles the crowd
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It's right, love never grow old, but it might fly away to move. I Love most of yr words which you bind in every lovely line, tks for sharing.
wisdom write...with wonderdful thoughts...like a masterpiece carved well before presenting...words so touching.. ...Love really never grows old even disowned...the real love on its meaning.. love in the true essence of loving....divine... ....amidst everything......unconditional...no IF's.....10+++++++++++
your writing is superb Dr.. ;) Some of them are beyond the limits of my comprehension though. but i really enjoyed this one. il read some more. :)
‘…embracing the dream on the sprain of pain… love never grows old even by the ruins in smile…’ Wow! ‘Embracing’ …’sprain of pain’…picturesque imagery…in what you’ve all time mastery. Even Love glitters in ‘ruinationrains’ of ruins … S :) milingly 10 + :) Ms. Nivedita UK