once upon a time September 13, 2017April 10, 2018 ~ Sonya Kassam 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 Share this:Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related
And then there are marriages that last lesser than the time it takes for the henna to wear off 🙁 LikeLike Reply
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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