For words were my friend
holding the lifeless breath of sorrow
etched within the crevices of my life.
And it chirped a cupid song
when butterflies played upon my belly
and life was red paper roses.
It was beside me like a shadow
to cast a rainbow of hope
above the silent tears of a broken heart.
It stroked a hue of love
over the untitled memories
to soothe my loneliness.
And words became my existence
when I saw them inscribed
on every wall of my heart
forming the only archive of my life.
~~~ Amreen B. Shaikh
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Very beautiful poem.. 🙂
Thank you Poompavai:)
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