She stood there with her nose crinkled and her hands on her hips, Anger seemingly flowing out through her fingertips, Her tongue lashing him with the fury of a storm unabating , Angry or while sleeping? When did she seem more beautiful he with himself kept debating, She threw small objects at him to break […]
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THE BEAUTIFUL ANGER
Posted: 28th November 2010 by aseem.ace in PoemsTags: hands on her hips, love, love of his life, memories, poetry, reminiscence, romantic
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