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
Nice post!
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