The fruit has ripen,
Still the jam to my bread,
Days are counted,
Still no knocks on my door,
I see no shadows,
In my dreams I see more,
In my window,
I see the star,
I picked up my pen,
I wrote it once again,
I forgot the lyric,
But I never forget the feeling,
I dipped once more,
It never tasted the same,
Water was poured,
But it never filled me up,
Eyes were closed,
But i see those smiles,
The feast is starting,
Too many guests are waiting,
Still standing in the middle,
Looking through the crowd,
For the eyes that always shines,
With the love that never comes back,
From the name that will never be forgotten.
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The Words of Honeylemon
PoetryWhat can happen to an 18-year-old University student if she stops publishing and writing stories online? Can the pandemic help her to push her limits and discover her passion for writing? Can she express herself through her words as this book unrave...
