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860. Eyeing the Sky..

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Beckons me, the night sky,

as if She could hear the voice,

and understood..

the language of my eyes,

they’re so mesmerized..

both gone unusually quiet,

their search for some bliss..

a bit of peace, for a love, selfless,

So, the Sky asked my eyes..

what they look for in her,

My eyes replied, “We look there..

for something real..

as everyone, everywhere..

all seem so fake here..!!”

……………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•

Author: The Typewriter

Nothing worth mentioning... πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡

4 thoughts on “860. Eyeing the Sky..

  1. ahh that last line hits the hardest..

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  2. πŸ™πŸ»πŸ˜‡πŸ€—πŸ’•

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  3. Well writtenπŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»

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  4. Thanks a bunch Athira.. πŸ˜‡πŸ™πŸ»β€

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