On the corner bench, never gets noticed
There is a girl with her calm sways
A crumpled paper in hand dispirited
With the almost faded big heavy phrase
Only sketches of white clouds and blue sky
She stares with the help of her solemn eyes
Till one sees the rhythm of them
Till one hears the melody of them
At that expectant but never happening moment
She will tighten the paper to the heart
And show the words written at the bottom part
Blurred but worthwhile
"A vacancy for a melophile"
Thank youuuu🥺🥺
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My Poem Diary
PoetryThis is a collection of poems by me. I'm neither a poet nor good with words but I just love to pen my thoughts and feelings. Hope you all will enjoy even though they aren't good☺️
