Love is a poem
The rain is a poem
The nature is a poem
Everything they say is a poem
Written by various people
In different ways
And then there is someone
Standing alone out there
Without any poem
With a book in his hand
A book too old
Covered with rust
With its pages in a condition so worse
Wanting someone to come forward
To hold his hand
To take the book from him
And write with love on those moist blank pages.
He is standing there
With fear in his eyes
Waiting for those pages to be unfurled
Waiting for someone to help him get rid off the rust
Waiting for someone to come forward
And stand by his side in all his moments of happiness and disgust.
He is standing there all alone
Wanting the dust to be blown
Waiting for someone to read those pages
And bring him out of his life cages.
Beautiful.
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Damn!! This is so beautiful ❤️
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Thank you so much🙂
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Most welcome ❣️
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