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Called Poetic


A nicety, a smother
a run through
that takes you unaware.
keeps you in hold
for a time.

A caress. a fondness
that is affable
presents itself with a please
one of the pleasantest
at all times.

That of a rejoice,
a kind of bewilderment,
marks through with an ecstasy
one of beatitude
in times.

Well that could refresh
that could excite,
nestles in a proximity
one of a cherish
on times.

is a poem
poetic everytime

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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