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Tuesday, 16 February 2021

Spotted


She cried almost everyday
It's like rinsing out her sorrow heart

Her tiny heart don't understand
Between loneliness or emptiness

She having no idea about those terms until
one day
the moment she laid on the couch
resting after a super long day
having so much in head
but
she had no one to talk to
She just starred blankly at the ceiling

Those tears
just bursting by it's own
even before that tiny heart
started to find it's coordinates

It just down in the dumps
It's dark in the deep hollow

Lost in the midst of figuring out mess
Just several steps towards serenity

That tiny heart couldn't bare any longer
It flows by itself

Perhaps it rinses that mess away.