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when words cease to exist
in the corners of my mind
I opt for flimsy labels
to row on waves unkind
hungry is my soul
trapped in this blind
a tense moment passes
and poetry is redefined
This Poem is shared with Three Word Wednesday - Flimsy, Hungry, Tense.
Asalamu alaikum,
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DeleteIt's wonderful, simple, yet passes the message across.
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Deleteredefined and how... :-) awesome!
ReplyDeleteThank You Archana :-)
DeletePoetry comes alive when our mind is restless
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DeleteThat's exactly how a beautiful poem comes out from a poet's head..!
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DeleteVery well written.
ReplyDeleteThanks Celestine :-)
DeleteYou have made the best use of these words in a poem we can all relate to.
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