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This time i have these digitally created berries. Don't ask the name as I just picked colours and tried blending to get a fruit. If you find any resemblance to any do share. 🙂 I am loving this tiring drawing style at the moment. Lets see what happens next... As for todays Quote "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” ―Theodore Roosevelt.
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Bet a Pound - It Bound them Together

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It started with a pound.
She thought 
She heard a sound
It was cling
Followed by a clang
It had fallen on the ground.

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Then she saw him
Picking her lucky charm
Wait! –she shouted
But to deaf ears
Put something in his pocket
Swaying like a breeze
He walked away.

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Thief, she roared
By then he had crossed the road
She cries to herself
He turns 
As if returning to help
She lifted her eyes
Asked for what shines
Surprised
He said none he owned
Angrily she bent
To pick up the stone.

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She heard that sound again
That clings with a clang
Sheepishly she glanced at him
He smiled, his eyes danced
Made cool breeze sing
Evening skies dim.

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She stutters
Her heart flutters
Mischief by that pound
That had fallen on the ground
Just twin heart beats
Without outer sounds.

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Friendship blossomed
Spring sealed the chasms
Winter progressed 
Bringing warm love around
Thus, began the sail
Starting with a pound
- Her fairy tale.

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Linking to
WordyWednesday @BAR (phrase prompt - Her fairy tale comes from B-A-R member, writer and blogger, Nibha Gupta)

Comments

  1. Francene Stanley15:41

    Hehe. Great love poem of how a chance event led to a match.

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    1. Ira12:35

      Thanks francene. There is nothing more pleasant than a story that ends happily...

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  2. Old Egg15:55

    Yes, love does tend to grow out of unlikely encounters.

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    1. Ira12:37

      That is the beauty of this feeling. Who knows where and when it traps us?

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  3. Unknown16:58

    HA! THIS WAS GREAT! I love a good chance encounter story! This was really fun, thanks for linking it in! I was going to write about that sort of pound and couldnt come up with anything.... I really like how you did this!

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    1. Ira12:39

      Thank you Ivy.One stanza led to other and the output is in front of you. That pound bribed me...
      ;)

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  4. Vinay Leo R.17:06

    Ah yes! Love at almost first sight :) :D

    Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason

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    1. Ira12:41

      Welcome Vinay.
      Hmmm so you caught that 'Almost' But, then all was well by the ed. :)

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  5. Dyanne @ I Want Backsies18:46

    Wait, she threw a rock at him to get it back? Nice!

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    1. Ira12:45

      Well, Dyanne is that 'nice' for the 'rock picking event' or the whole pic. ;)
      Women need to show aggression some indirect way.

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  6. river run 40603:52

    very sweet, it has wonderful rhythm to it!

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    1. Ira12:47

      Thanks Mandy. Reading your response I read it again to feel that rhythm and actually felt it. Hmm readers enlighten me... :)

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  7. Anonymous06:47

    Sweet poem.

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    1. Ira12:47

      Thanks Val for liking the poem.

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  8. Kristi21:46

    Awww.

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  9. messymimi05:28

    A nice story, told in a very fun way!

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    1. Ira12:50

      Glad that you liked it. I like happy endings so...

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