Mind is comprehended with the photograph,
Heart keeps it engraft.
It's hanging in the morden gallery shaft,
Your petrified craft.
The memories on the printer hectograph,
Makes a wooden craft.
It shut the door of anticipating draft,
With sleeping draught.
Everytime parched eyes send feelings through telegraph,
Well, it's As long last.
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The Moment Poem
Poetry27/1/22 These are the stories of every moment that exists in us, which make us believe and influence us to grab the pen and start writing. No matter what happens. You just see the beauty, through this poetry. I also tried my best to show that moment...
