Past Yore

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The heart swelled,
And her essence sparked many hues to evolve,
every tincture had your shade,
Every possibility exuding blessing from above

The odds favored me,
So was my lost love,
With you I had peace,
Like the quietude of thousand doves.

And I lived in that trice,
Didn’t expect anything more,
All I desired was the moments to stay
I had what I need,
Some treasured peace from past yore.

Copyright Β© Shantanu Baruah

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