Wishing You Very Happy and Prosperous Birthday, Dearly Afrin. @afrin_k_m May the coming year brings you the most wanted success in your life and never forget to enjoy and bask in every Moment you are in. Stay happy, healthy and blessed for your special day. And every day of the year. Thank You For Being the too good to me.
I hope you get everything you wish for. ;)
[One and all please join me wishing her a very happy birthday, Thank You Much!. :) ]
I have no words to express my gratitude! Thank You Very Much for reading my humble work and appreciating it and sharing in between the beautiful soul.❤️ Truly Grateful to Mirakee and mirakeans. Jubilant!. :)
Wishing You A Very Happy And Prosperous Birthday, Zaid Brother. @virtually_real May The Coming Year Brings You The Most Wanted Success In Your Life And Never Forget To Enjoy And Bask In Every Moment You Are In. You Have Been A Too Good Brother, Thank You Very Much For that. [Please Join Me In Wishing Him A Very Happy Birthday, Thank you :) ].
I swallowed spring and cowped on my face two drops of ink when some similes winked eighteen rhythms of words vivid imageries, few broken quills a zigzag ladder of haikus an incomplete sonnet with 11 lines and oxymorons a collection of heartbreaks some red many blues fifth spell of lexicology two metaphors where wander and a dash of sunsets with vague allegories I don't know why you left me with your body not soul
I'm a color of hope, drawn at hapless horizon, blushing burgundy as a beginner doodles dulcet demilune pondering, you might write letter on those cureliean clouds, filching glittery gleam of a shooting star grabbing, handful of night to tie urges of unsaids to thrumming twilight.
I'm a peculiar pastel on your favourite cyan color palette painting, your presence on lilac lilies pressed betwixit pages of poignancy wither, everynight battling, soliloquy. I repaint tingling tulips, laoding neon nastopath, twitches, as your espresso essence basks dawdling dawn.
I'm piquant poetry written, sitting beside luminous light of life, clandestine chandeliers cries, as you plant poignancy in words, somberness, suburbs scintillating skies of sonnets, Melancholy melts into monsoon mackerel as you breathe arcadian of amateur ; aura of aeonian love.