Lost in the torn pages
And memoirs of the past
Lies a legacy of
A myriad emotions
Trapped in a lifeless object .
Words hoping to find a shelter
Wishing to come to life
For one last time,
Before the time strikes again
And the words remain a memory
In the lives of a few
The beginning is a reality
And ending ,a fantasy
And in between
Lies my story.
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Let The Words Flow
PoetryA collection of my poems and some really random rants. When it comes to expressing myself, I usually run out of words and here's my best shot. I hope you like it.
