her anklet shimmering and golden
leaves behind a jingle
with every other footstep
as she searches in vain
for the missing one
this is my second post for the day, since I had been on a short holiday :)
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
her anklet shimmering and golden
leaves behind a jingle
with every other footstep
as she searches in vain
for the missing one
this is my second post for the day, since I had been on a short holiday :)
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The vulnerability of the search is delightfully reflected in the (chhum chhum) of that jingle… I think that is why He stays hidden for long… Even He likes to listen intently to that sound…
This is a very visual comment, thank you so much!
I hope she can find it.
Something small but with a lot of memories, I too hope she can find it.
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this second post.
We all search. May she find her loved one.
All good wishes,
robert
That is such a delightful perspective to this poem Robert, thank you!