Granny sided up with the young kids when parents wouldn't sideup for them. Wonder how many of those kids side up with Granny with parents side lined them. Story of every home.
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end."
With every passing day, those tiny sparkling eyes, became their new love. With every giggle, they fell for her again. She was the inexplicable happiness, they both ever spelled.
Poetry is a prose that just so rhymes. Prose that has a sing song chime. A let out of emotions, smiles or whines. A part of your heart with no guidelines. An art that world bewilderly undermines. But poets hook a doodle on it for all times.
"The only thing more fulfilling than writing is, looking at my muse, staring at him secretly, make stories in my head that I can pen down later." When she talks her heart out.
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