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A Twilight Of Remembrance


Fragrance of memories re floated in my mind,
Some songs of amour I borrowed in my heart,
I sung them with a flicker flourishing petals of love,
Scattering spark of stars at night in my sight,
Open windows of my heart re ventilated with the breeze of care,
The moon's gleam enlightening me in dark as you beholded my hand in solitary,
These clouds are sketching you face with smile ,
As you're watching me at every step even in mid of the night,
Holding you along I wishes to live throughout the life

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  1. Another night and solitude,
    Broken me in search of you!

    Lovely :)

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  2. Very beautiful wording simran.........

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  3. @Ph,
    Yes,another night !
    Thank you :))

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  4. @Valli,
    Thank you :)
    Glad you liked it!

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  5. feels like i m visitin ur blog aftr a very long time....sorry if i ve missd ne of ur posts...:)

    this one is beautiful....n i m lovin ur templt...:)

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  6. Beautiful...u made me very nostalgic with this one Simran....

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  7. Aww....sooo romantic...d last lines specially..<3

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  8. Hello.
    You express such longing in this poem. Liked your images too.

    Very nicely done!

    I appreciate you visiting & following my blog. I always try to return the kindness & have become your newest follower too. Looking forward to reading more from you.

    Yesterday With You

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  9. @Vaisakhi,
    Hmm, I missed you :)
    No worries you can join me in upcoming posts ..
    Thank for the compliment!
    Keep Visiting ..

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  10. @Alpana,
    Happy that you can relate my imagination somewhere :)
    Thank you..

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  11. @Mani..
    Awwwii :)
    Yes yes.. Every time different taste..
    Thank you :)

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  12. @Andy,
    Thank you so much for the appreciation and following me :)

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  13. @Anonymous ,
    Glad that my words helped you somewhere :)


    @Sowmya,
    Thank you dear :)

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