She waits for her long lost groom.
With so much hope in vain
A thousand Moody Suns she’d seen
But adorns herself as a queen.
Henna in her palms and Kohl in her eyes.
Forgotten it seems to adorn her greying mane.
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In response to the daily prompt Moody
Sure Scribbles 
Beautiful but sad 🙁
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Thanks Elaine!! Glad you like it :))
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The World Lies Still
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She is still waiting…very intense
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Yes she might be somewhere out there!! It’s only an imagination. Thank you Akhila for stopping by :))
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should there be a thanks between neighbors, an ocean apart..;)
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😊😊😊Then Hugsssss. 😍😘
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😘😘
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The beauty of the bride
Is neither in her mood
Nor in her pride
A grey mane is good
Love is color blind 🎉🍾🎈
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Thank you for stopping by Anita :))
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My pleasure Shahz 🌹
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