she woke to the scent of unscraped henna
infused with eucalyptus oil
hint of auburn, a tinge of pride, a bride
expectant, once upon a time
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
she woke to the scent of unscraped henna
infused with eucalyptus oil
hint of auburn, a tinge of pride, a bride
expectant, once upon a time
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Cool aesthetic, Sonya!
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I just loved it, at first sight!
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Wonderful, Sonya, the way you described it. :)
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Thanks Ranu. Strangely I woke to the scent of mehndi and the words just flowed…
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this poem. It is beautiful.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thank you Robert.
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And then there are marriages that last lesser than the time it takes for the henna to wear off 🙁
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Sadly so.
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