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    Pomegranate flowers

    Pomegranate flowersAre when earthPoses.As a dancer in orange bootsAnd a fluffy, veiled orange dress.

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    मुमताज़

    मांगा तो था ताजमहल मुमताज़ के साथ ही रकीब ने पर सुना है इस जहां में कुछ खो कर ही कुछ पाया जाता हैं ।

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    • हमें हमेशा वो नहीं मिल सकता जो हम चाहते हैं 🌿

      बादशाह शाहजहाँ ज़रूर रानी मुमताज़ महल से बहुत प्यार करते होंगे, क्योंकि उन्होंने उनकी याद में एक शानदार तोहफ़ा बनवाया था, शानदार ताजमहल, जो उनकी हमेशा रहने वाली आराम की जगह है।

      और, मुझे आपका परफेक्ट टाइटल, “मुमताज़,” बहुत पसंद आया, जिसके बाद इतने खूबसूरती से लिखे गए शब्द हैं जो देने और लेने से सीखी गई बड़ी सच्चाइयों पर ज़ोर देते हैं।

      अपने प्यारे शब्द शेयर करने के लिए आपका बहुत-बहुत धन्यवाद ⁓ रिचर्ड🖌

      • English translation:

        We can’t always get what we want 🌿

        Emperor Shah Jahan must have loved Queen Mumtaz Mahal very much, because he built a magnificent gift in her memory, the magnificent Taj Mahal, which is her eternal resting place.

        And, I love your perfect title, “Mumtaz,” followed by such beautifully written words that emphasize the great truths learned from giving and receiving.

        Thank you so much for sharing your lovely words ⁓ Richard🖌

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    2006

    I wish my childhood could still exist.I wish I could fight and resist.The problems and woes that come with this. And I wish it was 2006.When everything was easy to fix.Like the day we went to the carnival fair. Our bodies...

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    desire

    desire in a moment as feelings growtiming ultimate in the darknessas your hand touches minedeeply intimate as fingers caress meelecticity lights my womanly phantomdesirous of you and you knowflesh flushes and my face blushesintensity in a glancestaring into your...

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    • Chère C.,
      What a beautiful write!
      Love it that you wrote it.
      Love it even more that you’ve posted it.
      I tried to single out which sentence drew me in.
      But I can’t.
      I’ll read it again tomorrow.
      Until then….

      Kind regards, Gus

    • “Sanctuary in a smile”. After the “lust’ settles and there is just the warmth holding each other, it is the “smile” that says everything and how you can stay in that moment forever. It’s that smile that tells you you are home; where the momentary “lust” becomes more.

      I enjoyed reading your poem Crimsin.

      Curt

      • hello dearest Kurt I’m happy that line spoke to your heart and I love what you took from this…it is a beautiful feelimg thank you graciously for such a lovely commen❤️t

    • We love seeing you write of love, yes dark love is great love. Tight

    • Passionately penned, Brenda. What a lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    bleak exit

    dwindles the eve as the day dies shortwinter weeps for no oneshiver in its cold embracecynical fact sarcastic lamentthere are few things I like lessthen a grey unforgiving daytormented wonder my delusions of granduerseeking the Gods of yesterdayto amuse...

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    • well this is quite grand. It’s like you were fighting the urge of feeling overwhelmed. So you wrote out an incantation to ward off the bad spirits? You slayed it!
      Really interesting write, Crims. Very much so.

      • good evening dearest Styxian thank you graciously these are just feelings and fears I try to always write in a current mindset I’m happy it worked for you have a beautiful Evening ❤️

    • Oh! This is good, Brenda. Right up my alley.

      • hello dearest Adagio thank you graciously it’s so funny to me it happens to us a lot and I swear I didn’t even peak at your poem till after ❤️have a great day…

    • sometimes, even the sun cannot help when a “cynical fact sarcastic lament” is involved, but becomes magnified when the day is grey. and sometimes there are only vague answers to our ceaseless whys, and yet we cannot help but ask for them. Ironic isn’t it? we are born, we live, we die, and in between these events, there is only the moment and what we do with each one of them. Did we only exist? Or did we make a difference?

      Thanks for your poem, Crimsin. I enjoyed reading it and where it led me.

      Curt

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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