I was just a listener,
to the story you had to tell.
How did the time fly away,
making me fall a victim to this spell?
I was just a listener,
hearing you narrate your tale.
When did I become the one,
to follow you into this woody trail?
I was just a listener,
of your present and past.
When was I the one to become,
one of your story's major parts?
I had been a mere listener,
ever since your tale had begun.
You were always a listener to mine,
but when did our two stories become one?
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Constellation of Thoughts
PoetryBecause poetry, is a constellation. A constellation, of one's very thoughts. ★★★★★ A collection of my thoughts, penned down as short poems. Right from life to death, to all in between, this collection aims to acknowledge all that we experience, an...
