It takes two to love. Collaboration.

A collaboration post.

tales told different

Hey everyone,
Aishwarya of Kittyversesblog and I worked together to create this prose and abhanga poetry collaboration.
She wrote in light italics and I wrote in bold italics.

Please take your time and enjoy;

If love was a rose, it’d shrivel up finally,
If love was a butterfly, it’d flit away hastily,
If love was a horse, it’d gallop free quickly,
If love was dawn, it’d be engulfed by dusk lastly,
If love was a cloud, it’d be carried by wind to another land promptly,
If love was a mountain, it’d be rigid unfeeling soberly,
If love was moon, it’d alter constantly,
If love wasn’t a feeling,
A feeling immortalised by two people,
It wouldn’t last time’s endearing test endlessly.

Where art thou I seek?
Yee love of changing face
So much more; So much less
For thou, dreams too

Both united yet cold
For they don’t wait to…

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  1. Btw, you should copy and paste these collabs into a post of your own, because many times people skip over reblogs, when they read, ‘Originally posted on…’

    and yet it’s originally yours as well 🧡

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