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Maywar Masto

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A red rose Which takes the blooming license From the rain Becomes the lover With the breeze ‏ ©‏Maywar

A red rose Which takes the blooming license From the rain Becomes the lover With the breeze ‏ ©‏Maywar

PRAKASH CHANDRA NAYAK

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Everyone loves my crimson red petals. I help making love within hearts. Hold me while down you kneel, Gift me to her, and express How much you love her, I would do the rest, but you've to promise me You would not let me down and My love, my values, my crimson red petals. "IF YOU LOVE MY PETALS WITH ALL YOUR HEART, THEN DON'T LET ME DOWN MY SWEETHEART" -Confessions of a Red Rose🌹❤️ #the_undervalued_nib 🍁 Ambi

Everyone loves my crimson red petals. I help making love within hearts. Hold me while down you kneel, Gift me to her, and express How much you love her, I would do the rest, but you've to promise me You would not let me down and My love, my values, my crimson red petals. "IF YOU LOVE MY PETALS WITH ALL YOUR HEART, THEN DON'T LET ME DOWN MY SWEETHEART" -Confessions of a Red Rose🌹❤️ #the_undervalued_nib 🍁 Ambi

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Give me a promise, That You will never go away, You will give me your Love, Through the Night and Day. Say that you will care, You will be always there, You will whisper my name, And think of me in your Prayers. Give me this promise, And mean it too, Give me a Red Rose, And say “I Love You…" #NojotoQuote Give me a promise, That You will never go away, You will give me your Love, Through the Night and Day.Say that you will care, You will be al

Give me a promise, That You will never go away, You will give me your Love, Through the Night and Day. Say that you will care, You will be always there, You will whisper my name, And think of me in your Prayers. Give me this promise, And mean it too, Give me a Red Rose, And say “I Love You…" #NojotoQuote Give me a promise, That You will never go away, You will give me your Love, Through the Night and Day.Say that you will care, You will be al

Vedantika

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When I write about heartbeat, I write about your deep eyes. When I write about a red rose, I write about your inner beauty. (Remaining in Caption……) When I write about heartbeat, I write about your deep eyes. When I write about a red rose, I write about your inner beauty. When I write a

When I write about heartbeat, I write about your deep eyes. When I write about a red rose, I write about your inner beauty. (Remaining in Caption……) When I write about heartbeat, I write about your deep eyes. When I write about a red rose, I write about your inner beauty. When I write a

Ajay Kumar Gattu

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"..... You look like moon wrapped in red rose waiting for a babysit." (Read Caption) It's my first time. My body became numb and my heart started to melt like wax.The way you look at me,My eyes craved for a long time to get t

"..... You look like moon wrapped in red rose waiting for a babysit." (Read Caption) It's my first time. My body became numb and my heart started to melt like wax.The way you look at me,My eyes craved for a long time to get t

Zumi

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*Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Those poems shine in dern- The darkness of my own fears, A sciamachy rides me, as I sit To write another laconic poem, With my black ink of grief, on The pages of a withered petal Of red rose which was our love. Laconic love. Anagapesis. Period. //Caption *Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Why do I feel like a poem incomplete, left to rust, by the agents of time and love and oblivion? Why d

*Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Those poems shine in dern- The darkness of my own fears, A sciamachy rides me, as I sit To write another laconic poem, With my black ink of grief, on The pages of a withered petal Of red rose which was our love. Laconic love. Anagapesis. Period. //Caption *Of Anagapesis and Laconic Love* Why do I feel like a poem incomplete, left to rust, by the agents of time and love and oblivion? Why d

Aman Verma

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The monsoon rains. As the droplets of rain start hitting the roof of his car, the chain of his thoughts got broken and he realized that it was raining outside. He fondly remembers that she used to love rains and would sit in her balcony, holding a cup of tea and murmuring old songs the whole day, but suddenly it dawned to him that she was no more. (Read full in caption) He began driving towards the café where they met for the first time, it was raining, and he was cursing the rain because he was all drenched

The monsoon rains. As the droplets of rain start hitting the roof of his car, the chain of his thoughts got broken and he realized that it was raining outside. He fondly remembers that she used to love rains and would sit in her balcony, holding a cup of tea and murmuring old songs the whole day, but suddenly it dawned to him that she was no more. (Read full in caption) He began driving towards the café where they met for the first time, it was raining, and he was cursing the rain because he was all drenched

Sanjana Kumar

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Plastic flowers, these. I get four days off a month and that is only because they don't want hindrances in their pleasure. The cracks on my ceramic vase, blackened with dirt and I wonder if those pretty petals would come alive if I fill that vase with my tears. Perhaps, it would be futile. And so I don't cry. //caption// Plastic flowers, these. The ones that I'm trying to arrange in my cracked china clay vase. Not too long, I had seen this same vase in thei

Plastic flowers, these. I get four days off a month and that is only because they don't want hindrances in their pleasure. The cracks on my ceramic vase, blackened with dirt and I wonder if those pretty petals would come alive if I fill that vase with my tears. Perhaps, it would be futile. And so I don't cry. //caption// Plastic flowers, these. The ones that I'm trying to arrange in my cracked china clay vase. Not too long, I had seen this same vase in thei

Chitra Iyer

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She calls me a masterpiece, but I would like to pass on that hat to her..she rocks with her interview sessions and rocks us with her perfect choice of questions..💖 Get ready for some lol moments with the Humour Queen ... Also kñówñ as a Whacking Queen 👑 Big round of applause 👏👏👏 for Chitra 🤗🤗🤗 💫💫💫💫💫💫

She calls me a masterpiece, but I would like to pass on that hat to her..she rocks with her interview sessions and rocks us with her perfect choice of questions..💖 Get ready for some lol moments with the Humour Queen ... Also kñówñ as a Whacking Queen 👑 Big round of applause 👏👏👏 for Chitra 🤗🤗🤗 💫💫💫💫💫💫