Affection is a brook
Flowing in lonely lost sands sun-dried
Fast disappearing in the desert of disregard
Effervescent yet
Cannot wither its own will
Tired yet continual
Iridescent in divine hope
Only assured of the infinity within
Nascent of a bright future forever!
Pratima@The true power of affection is its gentleness, that is its real strength.
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