The music which speaks to me

a poem

Priyanka Srivastava
Nov 4 · 2 min read
Photo by Alec Douglas on Unsplash

When the home is quiet and the only noise is the twittering of birds,
when it’s just me, the walls and the only song the raindrops.
My home becomes that space that nourishes my soul.
I know I can be that poem resting somewhere.

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Priyanka Srivastava

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with too many things in my head i write to sort it all till the sky is empty and there’s no poetry

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