sharing
the blanket of night
we sleep under different stars
***
in the warm night air
fragrance of the desert rose-
who sighs so sweet
sharing
the blanket of night
we sleep under different stars
***
in the warm night air
fragrance of the desert rose-
who sighs so sweet
Very tenderly written. I love the portrayal of loneliness in them sleeping under different stars.
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Thank you.. I was hoping ‘star’ would also represent the difference in fortune between the revered poet and the concubines he meets on his journey…
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I think you made it!
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Ah such beauty …
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Thank you 🙂
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Great Post
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Thanks Mukul…
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welcome
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