
Spent the night
wrapped in his arms,
his scent enveloping my senses.
believing in true love,
that moulds his soul into my tiny being.
Cocooned, I willed myself immortality.
Come morning,
his arms will leave me
and the sunlight will break the spell.
Dry will I
and leave this world to become a cloud.
But I will rain down upon him,
only to stay the night in his arms again
and again
till eternity…
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Very moving. I needed a deep breath to take it in.
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Thank you, Lauren! It is how love is considered in Hindus. We die and are born again to love and marry the same person over and over. 🙂
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I was thinking nature. Your explation is much better.🤗
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Thank you, Darnell. It goes both ways.
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Lotus in Indian concept stands for purity and eternity. Dewdrops stand for short span of life. So, together, I made an eternal love story 😋
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Very well done too.
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Love this! Dewdrops precipitation. Well done.
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Thank you, Darnell! 😁 It is love in Indian concept where you are born seven times to marry the same spouse.
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