This time,
The sun shines bright, again
For the nth time
She sees the light
That made her smile
This time,
For real.
She swore to experience the beauty of life.
Again. This time.
YOU ARE READING
When Boredom Strikes
PoetryThe sun sets. The darkness came. When boredom strikes, I think of you all over again. Then creativity starts, the journey to memory lane now begins. _______ N.B: Keep reading. May you enjoy this roller coaster ride! -Marjwiiitty
