It's from the corridoor of my heart
I hear a light murmering of love
Like a gentle breeze, it begins to float
In the depth and deep valley of my soul
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Subhash, I really liked this write, its probably my favorite of all you’ve posted thus far… again your delicate sensibility comes shining through. -Eila
'I know a picture is painting itself'....a beautiful idea! Asma...
hi, that lab! you do it very good. once a famous philosopher named Karl Marx had said if a man falls in love and he doesn't use the poem as weapon, he is unadvisable. en, you are advisable.
Love the last stanza.. fragrance of memories.. a delightful line. Regards Patricia
And blessed with the fragrancethanka for your line