When We Met

When We Met short poem

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When we met for first time,
Our relationship was thinner than water.
When we kept on meeting,
Our relation became thicker than blood.

When we talked for first time,
The conversation was shorter than the twinkling of eye.
When we kept on talking,
Our conversion became never ending, like sky.

When we thought of each other,
It seemed to be casual like bubble from water.
When we kept on thinking,
Our bond became tighter than we could ever.

When we became close together,
It seemed always to be impossible until it was done.
When we kept on getting closer,
We started staying together as if never away from each other.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book The Saga of Romance

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V.MUTHU MANICKAM
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Excellent and elegant.

Priyanka
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A powerful portrayal of feelings. 🙂

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