She couldn’t rhyme
To save her life
But one day
Became a poet
They say
She fell in love
And poetry flowed
For it knows no rhyme
Nor reason
Nor is it confined
To one particular season
It’s made of passion
Strong enough
To bubble and to rise
It’s a cauldron
Bound to overflow
For nothing less would suffice.
“It’s a cauldron
Bound to overflow” — Yes, it is.
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😊💕
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You are a Writer and a creator. You are a POET! 😊💛
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Lovely writing
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Thank you very much!
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I feel like I saw my reflection in your words, loved it. Amazing lines…
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Thank you so much! I’m so glad it resonates with you. 💕
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Reblogged this on Srijan. and commented:
Um so this is Varnika. She writes well! I like her work, and so will you! And I am sure, she’s a sweet person inside out, so you can read her stuff!
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Beautifully stated, you are a poet!
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Thank you ☺️. Means a lot.
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Nise
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Thank you
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Love the poem!
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