am writing poetry
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It’s not that time of the year withoutThe sun setting in the west earlier than usualTime becoming celebratory, shedding its torment like a second skinThe smell of mum’s cooking emanating from the kitchenColourful lights adorning the treesHearts brimming with sweet cheer,As all prepare to welcome the new year.
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In the deep of nightWhen the stars shine brightIn the early mornAs dew drops glitterOn a busy afternoonI hear your heart’s songLong forgotten…half rememberedA melody that dancesA memory that bursts forth.On a balmy eveningAs the sun bids its adieuAnd the birds sing a farewellI remember you.
tales of Suchita 