Tejal D. 10th - Gurgaon, India
It is night and you're waiting to go into whispers, shadows, strange memory and lore forgotten. a songbird quivers in your soul. but carved in her voice that sings so small is greenery, berries, peck kisses and more. a piece of sigh breaks from your throat floats over your tongue. it tastes bitter, you're sure. but the light has yet to crack the sky moor. the city is sullen not to call soon for you. listen, listen to the rustling of your roots, the sigh licking your lips and the flutter of an eyelash as your eye looks over the invisible, existing horizon. Comments are closed.
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AuthorsStudents 6th-12th Grades month
April 2025
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