'I sat alone
silently
trying to write
a poetry
for you...
I waited
and waited
for the inspiration
to come
until finally
with nothing
coming
I just scooped
the rays of the moonlight
passing through
my window
and spread
it in my notes
to make it complete
then I post it
in a poetry website
then I waited
and waited again
for you to read
and then
much later
when we talked
your face
has become
like a flower
that was plucked
lovingly
from its bloom
you're smiling
sweetly
and said simply
in a whisper...
what a lovely write.'
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