A LIFETIME WITH MONORHYME

Dear Diary (3 A+)

Her diary's the shadow of her emotions, being kept but practically notable, always

Here told the good tales of how her days went with friends, spent at several cafes

Also details of how she was downtrodden by life and made her frail as a vintage vase

As well as first romantic beat of her heart and aching afterwards, failed to have second raise

But one day, though there were outpour of stories, her mind didn't notice the diary's trace

Years without writing continued, pages longed for every strike of pen and every phrase

She never laid glance towards it as if it was hidden inside plenty bunch of hays

Then something seemed wrong, it felt like intense feelings she had faded away in slower pace

She lost the feeling of releasing her rants, claims and all else her heart conveys

So she reopened the diary again, her slim and pleasant handwriting deserved praise

Then she started reminiscing, she was talking to her past self while she sat down the chaise

She thought that it could be unusual to write down that she doesn't feel like writing these days

But just a peek on her diary felt home for she had fair share of her lengthy essays

Her beloved note tool was like a lucid sky for her days dull as greys

Her mindless diary never judged her and will never leave her how heavy her heart weighs

Unconsumed pages were like urging her to fill 'em, not leaving any single space

Here she found a release that will last long as flower being taken care in a certain place

She beamed lightly while turning emotions into paragraphs in many arrays

Her diary, daresay, would be an undying account, one of her life's mainstays

Die are we but diary would always be alive, a set of letters to oneself, a book which needs no preface

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