sing me that song of
silent mornings when only
birds chirped, unlike now.
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mornings;
for i love them more at my grandma's place,
which is in countryside.
A/N: Poetry style - Haiku.
(RubaiaKhatun, I was inspired to write one after reading yours.)
Share your thoughts. ^-^
YOU ARE READING
empty
Poetryspaces and spaces - of black lies, of broken promises - leaving me empty with so much to say to you.. will you hear me? hear me as I say - read my words from the pages of my heart and of my memories filling up my empty soul.
