Day 23- (27th April)
Turn yesterday's prompt into a love poem.
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Sitting in the McDonald's,
awaiting for my ravishing food,
I kept glancing the watch:
unknowingly to bump
with the stranger.
This stranger is seemingly
familiar, maybe the one;
who was screaming in the
rollercoaster of disney.
childish it sounds maybe,
but the tiny blush
can't be unnoticed.
Waiting in the row,
we kept seeing,
But the few words of meeting
can't be exchanged.
Maybe it's because of the
uneasiness or be
it the nervousness,
But neither one has the
courage of greeting first.
At least, our food came
after the awaiting decade!
But before saying adieu,
We decided to look view!
How was your family trip?
is our question—
as we both have met
throughout it.
Lastly with a silly laugh,
We decided to exchange numbers.
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