Sitting here at a corner of the room
Never had I ever seen myself
In this dark shade of blue
Dumbstruck by the turn of events
For a while , can I just stand still
Where is she who won't give up smile?
Where is she who always looked for the brighter side ?
Why is she now so hard to find
The one who would hear music in noise?
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A Different Perspective
Poetrysometimes, all one need is to just tilt their head a little to the left, a little to the right and look at thing from a different perspective.
