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 Jul 2023 David J
Notepad
Tears
 Jul 2023 David J
Notepad
In every season
the rain brings nostalgic vibes
to where it felt real
Glimpse of every memory
Within a drop that falls down
This time it felt real
 Jul 2023 David J
Eshwara Prasad
Nothing here isn't much.
Even if you unwrap and spill, everything remains the same.
 Jul 2023 David J
Eshwara Prasad
When one is defeated within, one puts on a brave face, like a tree stripped of its branches shining brightly in the fading sunlight.
 Jul 2023 David J
Eshwara Prasad
Time passed.
Only the words remained.
 Jul 2023 David J
Eshwara Prasad
Sadly, poetry always follows me around like a debt collector. I scribble a line or two here and there out of sheer desperation to divert its constant attention from me.
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