December wasn’t sour with conviction
Dandelions were travelling far
Our throbbing hearts rambled with conceit.
Keenly impregnated yet adrift
Footprints left the promises ashore
Our midnight dreams floated with sunshine.
Today the misty eventide wafts…
outlining echoes over the lake.
It’s dwindling! Your seedlings…my woodland.
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She is a dreamer and her undoing is, she sees the dawn before the rest of the world. Yes, she loves Oscar Wilde. A management graduate and a former entrepreneur, who has finally got her calling in writing, which has been her passion since school. Rekindled it 5 years ago when she started writing her blog. Later wrote poetry and mini fiction for many e journals and online magazines. Have won many poetry and fiction writing contests too. Recently her poem has been published in an anthology 'Emotionally yours'. She is a mother of three who resides in Punjab.
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