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| Gurgaon, 2016 |
Flowing freely were the liquid moments telling a tale of the gleaming hearts, shooting stars, rose petals, and butterflies.
Scattered on the floor were the pieces of stories, composed and destroyed, beneath frozen footsteps of time.~~payal~~
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Nice one Payal ☺
ReplyDeletegosh!!! I am totally mesmerised by your imagery... the words so beautifully woven together... gorgeous write.
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful composition Payal! What a lovely imagination and flow of words!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words Payal
ReplyDeleteTina
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Loved the last 2 lines!!
ReplyDeleteHeartfelt. Appreciate this.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.....
ReplyDeleteSimply love the way you weave through words. Hearts so fragile, tiny miracles save them.. beautiful!
ReplyDeleteloved it ..
ReplyDelete"Scattered on the floor were the pieces of stories, composed and destroyed, beneath frozen footsteps of time."
A delicious tale like the breezy wind in the morning.
ReplyDeleteThat second line is great.
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