From the little, sparky smirks to,
Breathless, heart-touching eye contact,
We stood clueless not knowing exactly what,
Yet, that smile was the definition of divine
And I got lost in the divinity on purpose.
Let us catch each other's sight for the very,
Last time before we could ever drift apart.
One last look from those glittery eyes, and
One last smile from that heavenly purgatory
Will do the magic for the rest of my life.
- Shenuri Nathaliya -
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Treasures - VOLUME II
PoetryThis is the volume II of my first ever poetry book 'Treasures'. This book will be contained with 25 more interesting and extra-ordinary poems which will make you skip a heartbeat knowing how relatable they are. From experiential poems to love to man...
