Just like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her.
Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
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Don't get sad dear words, Readers stop by at weird times, When you least expect them they'll knock And maybe rearrange your own rhymes.
Don't get sad because you lost some people, Your companion readers do admire you, Because you were their savior at bad times and, You provided company in happiness too.
You hide a treasure chest of memories, You hold the magic of the world You guard the gateway to emotions, You pave the way for feelings to be unfurled.
Don't be upset because nobody cares today, Tomorrow someone new will come for sure, To drag you out into the cerulean light, Oh words! Someday you won't be obscure.
Some will come to be permanent friends, Some come just to take a peep, Some will just read your exterior, And some will dive in you deep
Remember, words, you're eternal and strong, You might think readers are only some, Dwindling visitors at your doorstep feels sad but, Your readers will always return in years to come.
Author's Note
Inspired by a poem by cchinu in his collection Rhyming Rhythms which has been a constant companion of my lonely nights for many days now... As I completed reading the book, this is a little token from a reader that is late to knock but who's read it all in depth and and admires the words more than anything!
