Prompt scribbling!!
I can't find the right words
for the calmness, listening rhythms from my balcony
for the childhood nostalgia, of Maa's home-cooked food
for the fictional fantasies, after reading numbers.
I need to travel beyond skies and oceans
to find potion for hiving away charms of birdsongs
to bring back the flavors of eternal love
to line up the words of borrowed meanings.
Can you, just be me, come with me...
for a change?
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