
NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020
A daily life filled with white walls,
Without any spark of excitement,
Nor relaxation,
Or even a drop of inspiration,
A day I couldn’t ignore,
Brightening, brimming, blinding,
Numb and numbing,
Smirking snobby walls,
Such day like the drying stream,
As I closed and opened my eyes,
The white walls stands,
It is a reality, never a dream.
Brilliant poem Ally..๐๐๐
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Thank you, michnavs! ๐
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Wow, sounds like quite a situation. The good thing is, a day can’t last more than 24 hours.
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Thanks. In a way, that’s true.
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I feel like I can see the white walls and feel the quiet around me, Ally ๐
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Glad that you can relate, Jade. Thanks! ๐
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