Thoughts are plenty
Words, a little less
If there's one thing I know
It's that everything's a mess
To rhyme, I have tried
To write, I have tried
And at the end of all
My brain's all fried
Some salt I have sprinkled
Some sugar I have added
And yet, I don't know why
That line has somehow faded
Disappearing inch by inch
Just some dots remain
Maybe this is the time
To end this beautiful game
Finally it's time call it an end...
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"More than the starts, it's the ends which are cherished. Because, they give us the memories hard to forget."
YOU ARE READING
Rhyming Rhythms
PoetryLet the curtains rise Let the show begin Let the rhythms rhyme Even the audience is so keen What are you waiting for Open the mystery box Full of smiles and tears It'll make you dance on the rocks Yes, it'll make you sing along and dance... *** The...
