Sweet appeal, but limited life,

through sight, touch or smell.

The real feeling.

The only one that counts,

lives behind closed eyes, that don’t tell.


Its a pleasure,

to know you are loved,

to know someone cares.

It has a life of its own.

And then, you are never alone.

Alka Sharma

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For the prompt Pleasure

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