I touched the mist on the window pane
Scribbled some letters
'Twas your name.
Then I breathed deeply
And the name disappeared
Just like how I felt.
When I thought 'twas real
Everything's blurred
Pained no more, only memories.
I laugh.
I smile.
I am free, wholly.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
