Silver is the colour of the day,
The warmth in January that reminds me of May
Of devil horns, a purple doll and owled letters
And a hearty cake of nine three quarters,
Memories brought alive, with teary eyes
With hum of magic among all my ties.
Vibrant flowers and a cup of cheer
Jades, my newest peer
Calls and messages, on this Twenty- fifth splendor
That I will cherish in the verses of Potter wonder.
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Scribbled Echoes
PoetryPoetry based on the everyday attempt to be and do better. Just day in and day out happiness, sadness, fears, and hope. I hope it resonates with you as much as it does with me.
