Essence of Bliss

Aug 30, 2024

1 min read

By Palak Vaishnav

“Creamy tinted mounds

turns supple, soon after a soft squish,

As the caress weakens the trembling knees

Eyeing the glimmer, I go after the earthy scent

Crusty corals being parted

Head fallen back,

Seeking feathers, running into the dead shells,

faded into oblivion

A leaflet falls” 🍃

By Palak Vaishnav

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