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Feel

Diurnally,
She opens the window
The morn dews still on petals,
And the brand new breeze
Teases some of her hair,
In the air, where new hope’s reborn
The new rosy light twinkles her eyes;
But, no sparkling sparks back
Touches her skin, enters her nostrils
At long last,
She carelessly turns her back
Nothing felt by the soulless heart
Nothing… So, she doesn’t care.
The new air changes the room’s air.
The new morning sweeps yesterday’s air
From the room, the walls, from the breath
Lights of the brand new day feel.

Whilst her soul windows keep closed,
Keep being consumed by the old air,
Old days, old chains, old nights. She-
Wanderer in neverland
With no comeback,
Mournfully. Alas!

S.C.P.B
(Poem n pic)