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Me and my Terrace
A heart which always searched a safe place ,
Has found 'its Terrace '
It neither talks nor smiles,
but when you are sad it has a wall where you can lean and cry ,
It cannot solve anything,
But always allows people to come in with an act of 'welcoming '
It has seen all my emotions going up and down ,
just like a swing ,
From being happy all day to being quiet as a 'winter's night ',
From being a chit chatter to a silent observer,
It has seen me changing from time to time ,
It neither judges nor advices ,
But listens to all our talks,
It cannot guide us nor show a path,
but has a door which is open for all of us.
© art of writing
Has found 'its Terrace '
It neither talks nor smiles,
but when you are sad it has a wall where you can lean and cry ,
It cannot solve anything,
But always allows people to come in with an act of 'welcoming '
It has seen all my emotions going up and down ,
just like a swing ,
From being happy all day to being quiet as a 'winter's night ',
From being a chit chatter to a silent observer,
It has seen me changing from time to time ,
It neither judges nor advices ,
But listens to all our talks,
It cannot guide us nor show a path,
but has a door which is open for all of us.
© art of writing
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