My eyes dropped tears,
Painted him in colours;
In front of me I could see,
Very close and near to me;
I extended my hand,
He waved his magic wand;
Creating incredible miracle,
I was his without a debacle;
He dried my eyes with love,
He vanished like a free dove;
I wanted those tears again,
To make love live with pain.
Copyright 2016 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh
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Beautiful words.
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Thank you so much
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Be as awesome
as you are always.
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thank you so much
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Tears comes with all ocassions……our most trustworthy ally,,,,,
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Tears are True š
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He vanished like a free dove;
I wanted those tears again,
beautiful
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Thank u so much
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Simplistically amazing
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Thank you for yoyr genuine appreciation
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Lovely poem š
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Tears can be healing, despite their inception. Beautiful couplets!
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Thank you soo much āŗ
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You’re welcome
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