I stretch my fingers, But mind says 'No'; Voice of my loved ones, Trails me as an echo. Persuading my heart, To sway away from phone; Keep it down, You live in a different time zone. Different time zone, I fumble in my thoughts. Morning, noon and night; I am out of sorts. It's perfect here, Too perfect for me, Like dead flowers adorned as a potpourri. Drowning in the timeline, Submerging in seven vast oceans. No distance in the world, Can cause this massive erosion. A part of me, my soul, Never left my house courtyard. If ever you want to collect me, my pieces, You know where to start.
Good combination of imagination with twist.
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DeleteWhatta twist!! Aha!! That was about stories:)
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DeleteGot my imagination running wild.. Ah, n then the twist ..☺ Nice :)!!
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DeleteAnd I was thinking about something else altogether ;). Nice ending. Surely the imagination ran wild :D.
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