Vivid memoriesA Poem by Arundass TPSometimes memories haunts
Before the sun is on
Windows are well opened To see the owls widened eyes From the near by woods. Expecting call of wood owls Stand still, as the clock ticks advances Memories flipped the pages Marking pages with colorful inks. Darkness was a story of past The rulers of the night are forbidden Never heard the music of night Just those screeching sounds stay as memories. © 2023 Arundass TPReviews
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StatsAuthorArundass TPThalassery, Kerala, IndiaAboutI am mad enough to write With a pen half filled ink On a torned paper I got Leaving others mad to read Inside the fantasies where I live. more..Writing
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