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Loving Shakespeare

Her poetry collection,

Besides bed on a table.

So caught in a fable,

Taking a flight of imagination.

Tiny curiosities itching her fascination,

Hovering through higher intellect thus enable,

To sense most probable.

And cultivate her refined perception.

Contemplation of a sonnet,

Till she enter realms of fantasy

Meeting divine deity.

Rising from leaves beauty with bonnet,

Painted by his poetic fancy,

For generations curiosity.

 
 
 

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Ahmed Naveed
Ahmed Naveed
Jan 24, 2022

You hit the bulls eye. absolutely remarkable bhabi!

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