I shed my tears
infinite and ceaseless,
like a lovelorn soul.
Yet I hold myself
& walk so far
far as a distant memory,
which is still stuck
to my shapeless heart.
I have become an incessant river
weightless and yet so full,
a heart made of fuchsia flowers.
-Shreya
Beautiful piece my dear, thanks for sharing. By the way, when I’m not doing anything, I’m usually sipping coffee as well, lol.
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Thank you so much, coffee twin haha!๐โ
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Life and our form in it is often a paradox. Shreya, you have beautifully described this idea.๐
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Thank you so much Michele! โค
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I really, really, really like the concept of a ‘shapeless heart’, Shreya!
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David
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Thank you so much, David! Means a lot. โค
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Wow. Amazing piece . Love it!๐
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Thanks, Grace ๐ผ
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My pleasure.๐
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Beautifully written ๐๐ผ
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Thanks, Deeksha!
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This is beautiful and deep.
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Thanks
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Loved it, very beautifully written!๐๐
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Thanks, Prashant. โบ
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This is beautiful Shreya
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Thanks, Jude.
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My pleasure ๐ผ
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Amazing!!๐
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Thanks, dear โฃ I am glad you liked it.
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Wonderfully penned…the words evoke a strangely subtle yet painful emotion…
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Thank you so much, Maniparna. Means a lot. ๐๐ผ
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My pleasure… ๐
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Beautiful
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Thanks ๐งก
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