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Promises are best whispered
In silken, honeyed tones,
When tresses of chestnut
Blows in the pine-scented breeze,
When the drowning sun witnesses
The oceanic twinkle in the eyes,
And cheeks in a rosy grandeur.

On pillows soft,
She lay,
Tossing and turning,
Love in a blaze
Many a whispering moment
Of promises spun in gold
With tinkling bells celebrating
The union of love.

Exhilarated, a smile so pure
Deep promising eyes locked in a tender gaze,
Promises adorned with petals of every shade,
Hand in hand,
Vows renewed
Leaving traces of love,
In the sands of time.


© Sakina S. Dossaji

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