Treasure
In solitude of all wild thoughts
Twirling and meandering in my mind
My ingenuity traces out a slender slope
As I see the abstracts take mystic form
The stories within me design a stream
My imagination is running the currents
Oh, to witness the birth of new wonders
How meticulously each word is shaped
And the impeccable carving that gives rise
To the treasure flowing out of my pen~
13th April 2023
Contest: Writing Challenge T words
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Copyright © Akanksha Ayantika | Year Posted 2023
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