The scented season of love abides at the vanguard
Of the enthralling journey that continues apace
In your hands perfumed with clay and cornbread
The accented bliss impregnating each interstice
Of the the apocalyptic night
Of tardy convalesce and quietus
When the breath is held captive
To the glancing mention of beloved
Underneath the piercing impact of the powerful moon
Obliterating every trace of existence
The post is written in response to worlds 471 hosted by The Sunday Whirl
Scent
Vanguard
Cornbread
Glancing
Accent
Journey
Power
Breath
Love
Moon
Impact
Captive
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Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as
-- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.
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Great use of the prompts and a sad indictment on our current unrest!
Nice to meet you and welcome to WP 🙂
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Glad to meet you too. I am truly delighted to have you here. Thank you so much for your kind words. 🙂
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you are most welcome 🙂
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my pleasure 🙂
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