When I wrapped myself with your being
Our bodies turned inwards in contemplation
Our limbs intertwined
Like blossoms in a garland
Like an offering at the altar of the spirit
Our names, slipping out of our lips,
Became a sacred hymn .🌸🌺💗💙
🌸🌺💗 ~Amrita Pritam
 





















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