Missing ~(Spoken poetry) by Pamela

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  • Опубликовано: 8 фев 2025
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    There is this girl who writes poetries,
    I meet pretty often.
    She has this unmistakable air of contentment to her
    as though she is the ocean itself
    immersed and consumed in itself,
    filled with all the secrets that one can ever hold
    and yet never be filled enough.
    She is this demure lass ,
    in love with the chilling solitude;
    the void that fills herself up
    and doesn't need anyone to empty her out.
    She is like this rain cloud;
    filled with emotions- all dark and ready to burst open
    and yet you'd never see her lashing herself out,
    rather pouring down in the form of tiny droplets of love
    that I'd bet, would be just enough to give life
    to even the most barren of the lands.
    There's this girl who writes poetries,
    I'd like to meet again;
    the one that writes about fallen cities and infamous art;
    the one that sits with two cups of coffee and a heart,
    often mistaken for a cold one;
    the one that could keep you awake with her caffeinated poetries that you can never get enough of,
    and once you do, that'd be the end of you.
    There's this girl who writes poetries,
    or may be did, then.
    The one that was read by many
    but known by a few;
    The one that I've been looking for,
    Well, seen her, have you?
    ©WingedMuses
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    Written and spoken by Pamela Bhowmick.
    Edited by Suraj Dey.

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