If my words felt beautiful, it’s because your heart read them that way.beautiful thoughts Madhuri woven in your beautiful words.
Thank you Anu.Poetry
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If my words felt beautiful, it’s because your heart read them that way.beautiful thoughts Madhuri woven in your beautiful words.
Thank you Anu.Thank you so much for seeing the soul of it. 🌿A small tender leaf is sprouting on an old tree trunk.....how beautiful is that! You converted a visual of a solitary bird and have woven a story n poem of love, hope n yearning round it, simply amazing!!
. Thank you for this little gem.
That tiny tender leaf on an old trunk felt like a whisper of hope to me, a reminder that even what looks tired or forgotten still holds the power to bloom again. The solitary bird carried that quiet ache of longing and the courage to keep believing in love, despite the silences around it.
Your words mean a lot because you didn’t just notice the imagery, you felt the emotion behind it. Grateful that this little piece found a place in your heart.
Originally posted by: Viswasruti
Thank you so much for seeing the soul of it. 🌿
That tiny tender leaf on an old trunk felt like a whisper of hope to me, a reminder that even what looks tired or forgotten still holds the power to bloom again. The solitary bird carried that quiet ache of longing and the courage to keep believing in love, despite the silences around it.
Your words mean a lot because you didn’t just notice the imagery, you felt the emotion behind it. Grateful that this little piece found a place in your heart.
Pleasure is mine!
Thanks for the tag Madhu . Loved reading your poetry .
*When Stillness Wove Its First Whisper* What that stillness whispering to these meadows? See, how the silent trees are listening with closed...
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