Though at far still I can hear her titter and laughter
also can feel the warmth of her love
that tickles my emotion and my fitful desire
though at far still I can hear her titter and laughter
and can feel her presence- her beauty and grandeur
since she is mine alone sent from above
though at far still I can hear her titter and laughter
also can feel the warmth of her love.
(A Triolet= ABaAabAB)
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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