Looking into the pond,
She found herself watching over
Reflections and life that lived in the depths beyond.
She did try to find a face well known,
But all that came over
Was a feeling that had well grown.
A feeling so subtle
And yet so strong,
It blurred the conscience far too long.
It stirred memories of different lives
Of enchanted meadows and Oliver’s wives.
She looked harder and the pond ceased to exist,
All that remained was smoke and mist.
Little did she know, she was viewing another time,
A time etched in the spaces of memory divine,
A time etched in the spaces of memory divine.
(C) DIKSHA SHAHI
Crisp and reflects depth of thought…. Beautifully written refecting the incredible insight of life you have doc…. looking forward for more
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Thanks doc !
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Goosebumps! Really draws you in.
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I’m glad, you liked it !
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