I shall stop I shall halt I shall delete
All that I wrote, but, the volume of writings
Is greater; with it unexplained feelings
For the life, now, for the time she was ‘is’.
Both these made me still in ‘ween this
Particular moment of the insanity & the sanity.
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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/volume/
The featured image is a line from one of my favorite song “I Bet My Life” by one of my & current favorite band Imagine Dragons.
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Avid Reader. Favorite authors (few) are Satyajit Ray, Saradindu Bandyopadhyay, Bankim Ch. Chatterjee, Jhumpa Lahiri, O. Henry, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, etc. Music lovers. Love to hear Rabrinda Sangeet, Anjan Dutt, Enrique Iglesias, Mozart & Beethoven (though can't say which is who's symphony). Dislike to get clicked. Love to be self (introvert).
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Again loved it!
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My pleasure Di 😊
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the volume of writings is greater; with it unexplained feelings…..
So true!!
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For the time she was ‘is’…how lovely👌🏻👌🏻
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Weaved your words so well.
Specially the last two lines. I loved them.
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We poet feel this sometimes I think…
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Yeah..it is so.
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