The blank page like fresh snow
Stares at the pen
Waits
Waits
For the outpour of blue tears,
blue smiles,
Blue moon, blue shadows
Waits
For a rhyme to follow
another rhyme
Or a new verse to unfold,
A new story told.
The pen waits,
Waits
For the mind to delete the old
And usher in the new
optimism, - a much needed sentiment in these corona days. Thank you for sharing your beautiful string of words Shamali!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your encouraging words.
DeleteSo beautiful, Shamali. Please keep writing. I look forward to reading more of your creative expressions.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Shamali ! Waiting for more. Best wishes :)
ReplyDeleteThank You so much. Yes, more coming up
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