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Shy Shore awaits the Tides\u00a0<\/span><\/em> Moon hauls the tides,<\/span><\/em> But as they say, there’s always two sides of a story<\/span><\/em><\/strong> Throbing through their own pressure<\/span><\/em> Leaves silently with an unsaid promise <\/span><\/em> Shy Shore awaits the Tides\u00a0 Embracing them when they come by Cuddling it hard before letting go Anticipation added as another woe. Moon hauls the tides, hearing those wailings So Shore could enfold them a little longer happily and squealing But as they say, there’s always two sides of a story Nobody sees the rigorous […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"SHY","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[1],"tags":[42,91,93,92],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s95Fdd-shy","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3537,"url":"https:\/\/kanikachughs.com\/we-the-writers\/","url_meta":{"origin":595,"position":0},"title":"We, the writers","date":"September 7, 2022","format":false,"excerpt":"I've written about love while being heartbrokenI've written about loyalty when backstabbed I've written about freedom while it was suffocating.I've written about loss when it wasn't personal.This is how I see my journey as a writer.Writers are driven by emotions.Emotions that we experience,Emotions that others go through.And we write about\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Poetry"","img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":3214,"url":"https:\/\/kanikachughs.com\/the-rock\/","url_meta":{"origin":595,"position":1},"title":"The Rock","date":"February 2, 2021","format":false,"excerpt":"I am sure I saw fear in his eyes, but I was prepared to knock him down. 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\nEmbracing them when they come by<\/span><\/em>
\nCuddling it hard before letting go <\/span><\/em>
\nAnticipation added as another woe.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n
\nhearing those wailings <\/span><\/em>
\nSo Shore could enfold them a little longer happily and squealing<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kanikachughs.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/olivia-henry-296-300x200.jpg?resize=300%2C200\")
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\nNobody sees the rigorous effort the Tides carry<\/strong>…<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n
\nBrawls with Rocks for fleeting pleasure <\/span><\/em>
\nReaches shore with a fervent need<\/span><\/em>
\nMaking erotic love before it recedes<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n
\nTo rejoin soon when the time is cosmic <\/span><\/em>
\nThe curse is lifted only for an instant<\/span><\/em>
\nBut it reassures- the absence of one is an indication of other to be non-existent<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"