I start writing
hesitantly ,
like getting back home
after an outing ,
soaking in the
chirpiness
of childrens' voices ,
and trying to find
hesitantly
if everything
is the way
that it was ,
as full of love
as before .
akash
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Love grows in absence.
Indeed , shabana .
akash
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