My Stella - 72 (Love Poem) Comments
My Stella 72
(Returning to self)
She is a delightful self,
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She is a delight hugged with breezy pall. Her mind bloated and elated with sense uptake, She walks like a beauteous flamingo, calm, sober in a placid course...//......///
She is a delight hugged with breezy pall. Her mind bloated and elated with sense uptake, She walks like a beauteous flamingo, calm, sober in a placid course...//......
The sublime pain of Existence, love to Stella Is beautifully depicted
Sleep she rooted in my self and all consuming mutism caulks false, empirical reasoning. I am back to my much recollected state, The heart of my stella, the sublime pain of my existence...! ! !
She is an angel from unploughed field, divinity is ever wistful to cuddle in her booking. Her eyes are like formless rostrum, heart is thoughtful with cypher purport....! ! !
She is a delightful self, her image doth reflect unseen monitoring of vastness. Unwavering is her temper.....
as aching sweetness of a lover at the blooming years of efflorescence, She sleeps in the tranquil sphere of my inmost tenor
She is an angel from unploughed field, divinity is ever wistful to cuddle in her booking.......! ! ! !
She is a delight hugged with breezy pall. Her mind bloated and elated with sense uptake, She walks like a beauteous flamingo, calm, sober in a placid course....! !
She is an angel from unploughed field, divinity is ever wistful to cuddle in her booking. Her eyes are like formless rostrum, heart is thoughtful with cypher purport..! !
She is a delightful self, her image doth reflect unseen monitoring of vastness. Unwavering is her temper...!
Sleep she rooted in my self and all consuming mutism caulks false, empirical reasoning. I am back to my much recollected state, The heart of my stella, the sublime pain of my existence.
As a formless Joy she sleeps in silent stone, hillock and moon flushed, As snow clad pinnacle downpours fictive Rhythm to downright mind withal, as aching sweetness of a lover at the blooming years of efflorescence, She sleeps in the tranquil sphere of my inmost tenor.
Words are incoherent and sweet, inaudible and mystical. Her heart speaks through sweet vowel. She is a painless penchant for my heart addicted to serene shower. She is a flowery feather figure, diffuse fragrance of an instantly burst blossom.
She is an angel from unploughed field, divinity is ever wistful to cuddle in her booking. Her eyes are like formless rostrum, heart is thoughtful with cypher purport...! !
She is a delightful self, her image doth reflect unseen monitoring of vastness. Unwavering is her temper...! ! ..
She is a delight hugged with breezy pall. Her mind bloated and elated with sense uptake, She walks like a beauteous flamingo, calm, sober in a placid course...! ! ! ..! !
She is an angel from unploughed field, divinity is ever wistful to cuddle in her booking. Her eyes are like formless rostrum, heart is thoughtful with cypher purport..! !
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7/30/2025 1:27:39 AM # 1.0.0
NICE POEM PRABIR WHY DONT YOU REPLY MR