See that girl who smiles ?
You probably don't know,
But in her heart,
There is pent up sorrow.
That stretches for miles.
If she's sad, why doesn't she cry ?
You probably don't know,
But not all tears are for show.
Some tears are better left unknown.
She stows them away,
Day after day,
Month after month,
As the years go by.
In tiny little bottles,
Deep in her heart,
Lies the river ,
Frozen in time.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
