He was confused..
She was concerned..
He struggled within confines..
She struggled to break his cages..
He looked up to her for salvation..
She looked up to him with absolution..
He couldn’t find words to pour..
She couldn’t find words to coax them out..
As the words failed both of them,
The eyes spoke volumes..
She held him..
He gave in..
She locked him in her embrace..
He found himself unlocking..
The key to his locks,
Was long buried within
The gentle lock of her embrace..
Ripples 
Beautiful!
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Thankful!!
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Wonderful! Incidentally, it is very different from your usual brand of poetry.
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That’s a perfect observation.. 🙂
Just trying out many new styles.. Seems some of them are wonderful.. 😀 Thank you so much.. 🙂
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I should be reading more of your posts to look for the different styles 🙂 I am sure you are having a good time trying them out to see which ones fit you well 🙂
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Yes, I’m having a good time.. 🙂 please do read and I could use some feedback on how it is shaping up.. 🙂
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Definitely! 🙂
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the keys to most of the locks lie at the most obvious places, and yet we keep searching..lovely poem
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Don’t we always keep looking for the treasure that’s right under our feet.. Thanks for reminding this one.. 🙂
One of my earlier tries into shape poetry.. 🙂
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Oh..it is a nice effort…actually excellent
so true…we often fail to notice the obvious
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Thanks, once again.. 🙂
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My pleasure, once again
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