Reminiscing those memories
Turning back the sheets
Reading the pages
Whose corners we left so folded
I find parts of
happiness and bliss
pain and remorse
dusty moments and abandoned home
it's like a diary of us
we wrote when together
but we forgot to burn
when the story was meant to fail
-shay
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ANECDOTE • #Wattys2019
PoetryThe soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
