Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Poem to A Diary

Nothing special; just my thoughts and feelings jotted down.
Nothing amazing; just full of imaginations and dreams.
Something crazy; I scribble letters down,
Something very weird; and everything woven into dreams.
An empty page, a mind of jumbled words,
An assembly of lines just waiting to be filled.
A book to write of family, friends and nerds,
A new friend - my new diary to be filled.


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