Friday, June 3, 2022

Affection

  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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