Am I still…
a string of your heart?
Or does it lie frayed, too torn apart.
Seasoned now, but still we’re broken,
enough has always been, left unspoken.
See my light, I’ve been casting in hope,
I swear this absence has no cope.
Our detached strings will again accrete,
I won’t stop trying until I feel your beat.
Great post Ash. I just loved it 👍😊
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Thanks my friend
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You are welcome Ash 😊. Your blog is really awesome and inspiring. You have a great gift within you.Please continue blogging and inspire people around you 😊. And if you can please do visit my blog and let me know about it. It would be really helpful 😊. This is the link to my blog
http:// authorabhijith.com
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Absolutely, i look forward to checking it out. thanks for your kind words.
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Thank you so much Ash 😊. Please give me your 100% honest suggestions 😊
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The word that caught my attention was “still.” As in quiet, at rest. I don’t think that’s what you were going for, but the three dots after that word suggested a pause to me, like a comma or a long breath.
(I like the new look of your blog. Simple, elegant.)
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Thanks Brian, appreciate your input.
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Btw the deepest of breaths
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Lovely.
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