December Song

A Poem

some days I prefer my own loneliness and a quiet December evening
some nights it’s the quiet words which walk by my side

some days I am not myself but the words which I write
some nights my mind becomes the sky

some days my poems fail to rhyme
some nights I hold the words tight

some days this is the poem you will find
some nights I love to hide behind the clouds.

note — not a poem just my state of mind and the words trapped somewhere, December is always special for me, will be writing my way out to reach somewhere.

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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