The cold, chilling, gusty breeze,
Blew rough creating an unease;
It had an intention to freeze,
The life in the leaves and trees;
The breeze was so determined,
Being harsh, it did not mind;
It hurt the heart full of love,
Learning to fly like a baby dove;
The breezy eyes were cold dead,
With no love dew tear to shed.
Copyright 2018 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)
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Ms Chitkala ! Your poetry getting better ‘ day by day ‘ ! Keep writing & entertaining .
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Thank you sooo much!!
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The entice of this poetry is fascinating
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Thank you!
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The unintended consequences, of one flexing muscles and exercising power, are indeed numerous.
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Yesss. .ofcourse
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