Jul 2020
I sat on a bench
Praying for rain
I was sure the sun
Was for me
Sunshine isn't for losers
So, I wait to fade
Into the night
I am sure
The moon gives back.
Praying for rain
I was sure the sun
Was for me
Sunshine isn't for losers
So, I wait to fade
Into the night
I am sure
The moon gives back.
A poem of false opportunism.
(27/M/New Delhi, India)
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