Written on: 06 April 2020
Published on: 21 Nov 2020

I was sitting on rooftop at night,
Stars above my head, dimmed by street light.
Head hung low, knees in front of chest,
I fell to the trough while reaching the crest.
Wind blew and messed my hair,
Signalling it is with me here.
It whistled in my ear
Telling me to leave sorrow and fear.
Telling me to gather my scattered pieces again,
For I still have so much to gain.
-SanB.
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P/N: Motivation is no where but in ourselves.

Good night 😴