The girl in the white dress,
Sitting on the bench.
Looking at the hall,
Feelings the rhyme,
Her hair swings in the music,
Her eyes are shut.
She's looking at the roof as if she's in heaven,
The sways of her body are warm and smooth,
Like she's dreaming,
Like she's floating,
She's carefree,
The rhythm has changed,
Her knees have collapsed,
She looks at the floor,
Puts her hands on the ground,
Pushing herself up,
While peeking at the outside.
Seems odd,
Wondering someone is calling,
From the outside,
Looks like she's delighted,
Following the whispered,
Seems something magical,
Waiting for her.
she imagines for a moment,
Then walks to the outside,
Everything seems imagery,
Just like a dream.
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Poems & Songs
PoesiaLife is like a poem, we can explain everything through poems. The words of poetry are not just words. It's the word of heart. The secret and unspeakable emotion. we can share through poems.
