Burned my papers in a pile of fire
Those papers carried poems
I regret burning those papers
I was taken back to memory lane
Where I used
To write poetry
I was scoffed at for my writing
I then gave up on writing
My rage made me
To write again
It gave me life
When I was crammed with adversities
Made me burn the pages of my book
I regretted burning
Each page of my book
Where I wrote my poems
I missed that book
Made me learned
Now, I am in the paradise of writing
Where I can be myself
3 comments:
Beautiful words!
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