There are...
Lazy days
In my own space
Doing things at my own pace
Isn't this great?
Lonely days
Feeling dazed
Situations not faced
It's not really that great
Peaceful days
Longed for, are traced
To my childhood phase
Really wish it was always that great
Cloudy days
For them I would pay
And for a moment play
Great! Great! Great!
Sad days
Staring at my face
Boo! Hoo! What's up with this place?
It will never be great!
There are Blessed days
Sorrow is without a trace
All that's left is amazing grace
Now that I call great!😊
Author's note: this is also one of my favourites I wrote it to somehow depict the different stages of my life, different days in my daily life. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I wrote it💙
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From The Inside
PoetryA collection of a few, simple poems that i started writing a few years ago and some recent ones as well. "From The Inside ," is about my life stories and experiences in poetry form and what takes places inside my heart and mind.
