All they saw
Was an old house,
Not many thought
It felt like home.
As I looked on
From afar now,
Inside they stood
Drenched in love.
Sharing secrets
And stories made up;
Of magic carpets,
And talking teacups.
Of flying rickshaws,
Like daddy owns;
Playing hopscotch,
With old gemstones.
With each story,
The laughter grew,
And as I watched,
My hopes renewed.
Asked they to me,
When I went inside,
Of secrets I could share;
And with an old smile,
I held them and told,
Magic was right there.
Welcome to #WednesdayVerses! Reema and I offer you this prompt each Wednesday to inspire you to write a poem. If it does, do write it as a post on your blog and come link up with us. The linky is open from now till next Tuesday night! Please add your post to the link only if it is a post written for #WednesdayVerses.
The prompt for 19th February to 25th February is the photo above. You can find it here as well.
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Vinay Leo R.
19. 02. 2020
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.