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A woman is already died in a relationship so early, she only waits until 75 to get burried.
What are you looking at? A portrait? As if the person was alive. The skilled hand has painted the enchanting eyes, which has a thousands of mystery to solve! The Ruby lips have a smile on the face , but anonymity glows with never-ending questions to ssk! The hands have been positioned, as if she is the next royal highness, but has a knife, indicating she had hard days! The garments were coral red , with a design of floral garden. But all were in red, as if greenery was completely vanished. Everything changes until he comes and shows the fault and says .... "See this is my wife, a priceless beauty The fault is that she isn't a human, but a witch who fantasize the people by her smile and catchy eyes. This is why she is hanging on the wall." I looked at his hands , I saw the blood stains . And that is how it ends. ( Just a tribute to Robert Browning's "My last duchess". Hope you like it) 🥰
As long as men can breathe or eyes can see; So long lives this, and this gives life to thee; (Shakespeare, sonnet number 18)
What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. -Romeo and Juliet
"he's more myself than I am. whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same...."- (Wuthering Heights)
I was walking on the shore . My hair was tickling me by the clod breeze which covered my body with small droplets of the sea water. I was curious to know about the grating roar of the waves. How peaceful it was! Watching the tides go up and down with a rhythm. Suddenly a thought comes and vanishes that peace of mind into pieces. I am broken from inside finding another piece to be attached. One is with the wave which washed away my feelings, one is with him who took it long ago. Sweet moment it was! I had arms to hide when seawater hit me I had his chest to rely on.. His sweet kiss's warmth made me feel secured. Nothing lasted forever ...... Just as the grating roar of the waves , my heart groans for his departure. As the rythm goes up and down , my heart takes his name. Memories come and go by breaking my mind and heart into a heep of pieces.
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