Wednesday, 9 October 2024




The scent of aroma
Opened all my senses
Bathed in oil,
My feelings departed.

Frizzy-haired, ghostly look,
Sleepy eyes, awful mood,
Pretty dresses
Pushed to the corner.

Laid on the Earth,
Gazing at the sky,
The birds are tweeting,
Beauty is inside, not outside.

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