#NaPoWriMo2023 : DAY 20
Slow down
Dried roses placed
between the middle pages of my diary,
all crumbled,
slightly fragrant with old times,
giving a tint of familiar visuals
of unknown solitude.
My cat told me yesterday,
of all the books I kept in my library,
she adores that diary,
and loves to explore my heart.
May be,
her brain nerves
considers the pages of my diary
as phases of my life.
between the middle pages of my diary,
all crumbled,
slightly fragrant with old times,
giving a tint of familiar visuals
of unknown solitude.
My cat told me yesterday,
of all the books I kept in my library,
she adores that diary,
and loves to explore my heart.
May be,
her brain nerves
considers the pages of my diary
as phases of my life.
Prompts:• Solitude #thealiporepostpoetrymonth @thealiporepost
• My heart is a library #ebanapowrimo'23 @elitebookawards
This post is a part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2023
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