Wrote this for a stupidass college fest competition and something very clearly non deserving won so here's me dumping this poem here.
Taking a detour from my rushed metamorphosis,
I dip my two feet into an old, familiar oasis.
Little ripples surround them and suck me in,
An unlock familiar memories within.
5 spoons in a single bowl of a chowmein from a school's canteen
With the backdrop of rain and sounds from innocent friendly, chattering
Before the familiarity turns into an aching nostalgia, a yearning for hiraeth,
I retreat my feet and hurry to my set path.
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Moonchild's Verses
PoetryMoon Child: People born under the zodiac sign Cancer but also refers to a unique soul. A moon child is curious with a mind out of this world, they live in their own fantasy. These are a moonchild's collection of poems, her musings.
