Language of Heart
Words flow through high and low tides
my quiet inner thoughts , I can now feel.
A capricious heart with dreams printed
in melange of nostalgia, I write to reveal.
Wafting in symphony on a magic carpet
in my own universe, hour after hour.
Muses and prompts like grains of sand
I create my beach, in pride and power.
My sand castle, the ocean can't wash
laughter and tears pouring joy and pain.
Stories of scars, never seen, never heard
when I am gone , you will read me again.
Date 2nd September 2022
Sponsor Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Contest Name I write because
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