I Sit...I Write Poem by Pranav Gothic
I Sit...I Write
Down to hell
My fate spells
How will it end?
Mt mind tries
To defend
Too may things
Such old feelings
As I sit
A slit every minute
Till hopefully my life will finish
Hopefully someone listen
To a sad story
One with no glory
Past memories
Summaries
Lend me a hand
Please don't go
Summer turns to snow
Flowers die
Sky turn to night
Everything gone from sight
So with little light
I sit...
I write.
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4/24/2024 11:14:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
summer turns to snow flower dies and fades sky turn to night everything may go out of sight but your words awwrrite remain insight for all of might to see the light lovely to read dear Pranav -10 anjali