It's been a long.
Haven't seen any of her poetry lately.
Have the words started to fight with her again?
Or is it just the foggy days and frozen nights making them hard to be visible?
No, she never forgets to keep the lamp lit.
It has always assisted her in the darkest of the hours.
Has the core all burned out?
No, as far as I know, she'll keep burning until the hope dies.
She doesn't know, only the warmth of her core keeps the hope alive.
Where are her words?
I think, I have started missing them.
The words those make the days bright,
The words those make the nights warm,
The words those make the moon glow,
The words those make the sun shine.
It's been a long.
Haven't seen any of her poetry lately.
Have they parted ways, her and her words?
Or is it just the mist I've been hiding myself into making it hard for me to see?
✍🏼 Sonal
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