Crush

Crush short poem

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The dark circles may have been privy to your succumbence before an inorderly resonance..
you might have longed for his nights to brush your eye lids darker..
every morning was a story sketched in your eyes,
every day were you battling unquashed solitude
in a room full of pungent idyllic breaths..
when it ended for the day
my mind was already tracing your steps back as long as I could,
for as long as it took to unravel the mystery of your fiefdom..
I have always wished you to be my beautiful intellectual friend..

Poet’s Note:
The time when you encounter a least engaging subject being taught by the most beautiful teacher. When she becomes the subject of fascination overpowering the desire to learn.

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Balveen Cheema
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Beautiful expressions in praise of a true teacher!

Balveen Cheema
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You tried and you succeeded! Chin up!

ammu sachariah
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praise of a teacher is beautifully portrayed here. Keep writing

ammu sachariah
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Stanly, I read your message and also your poem. I think you are a good writer. I f you want to learn new words
and improve vocabulary, you have to read more articles, stories, etc.. No miracle will happen in a short period.
It takes a little time. While reading, whatever new word s you find, notice it and use it when chances come.Best of luck. Nothing is impossible.

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