The poet in me

I took a stroll down memory lane, Looking back upon some unamended bonds, And a few smiling memories, And the poet in me got to work, To form an eidetic imagery For the stories that lay prest, Between the sealed lips that were once verbose. … The wandering poetic mind, Finds respite for my wearyContinue reading “The poet in me”

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