Nothing makes sense at the moment,
Her fingertips froze;
Her fragile heart broken.
Words seemed unfamiliar,
Even if it's substantial as air.
She is stuck in a fragment of time,
with a fixed stare.
It was as if,
Words were too stiff,
To flow out of her chapped lips.
She was too in shocked,
By the sudden pause if the clock,
Now she's stuck
with writer's block.
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Drops of Poetry
الشعرDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
