she was but a longing soul,
who made the four walls of her room , her companions, even the rays of sunshine,
entering the room,
were too dim to light her miserable shadow,
it was only when it rained or snowed,
she peeked out of the window,
cause she felt like the sky, reflected her emotions. All those little pieces, have also started to fade,
the leaves of her dreams lay scattered forever, where everything is just dying, As autumn's the only season in her life.
-Priyam
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River of Thoughts
Poetryour mind is like a river, flows constantly, anywhere , everywhere and even dries up sometimes. this book contains my poems, quotes, stupid rambling , thoughts etc. its just a glimpse inside my head. everything wrote in the book is original and i...
