A blank page,
the mind holds on to hope..
words born out of scented thoughts..
Expressions of a life time
of dreaming and living..
If you go deeper
you will find treasures,
treasures that are unknown and unheard of..
A blank page is a pregnant cloud
A blank page is a bud waiting to bloom..
beautiful writing Antu..i loved all the poems..keep going...have bookmarked ur page...
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Mona :) You make me want to write more :)
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