prompt 11
#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…...Her heart ached with each passing moment, longing for the love she had always dreamed of. As the rain tapped gently against her window, she found solace in writing letters she never intended to send.One evening, as the sky turned shades of pink and orange, she sat by the window with her journal. In her mind, she replayed every encounter, every fleeting smile, every word exchanged with him. She had almost given up when a knock at her door startled her.With hesitant steps, she approached the door and opened it to find him standing there, drenched from the rain, holding a single, rain-soaked flower. His eyes met hers, filled with the same longing she had been feeling.
© kanishkadivakar💞
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…...Her heart ached with each passing moment, longing for the love she had always dreamed of. As the rain tapped gently against her window, she found solace in writing letters she never intended to send.One evening, as the sky turned shades of pink and orange, she sat by the window with her journal. In her mind, she replayed every encounter, every fleeting smile, every word exchanged with him. She had almost given up when a knock at her door startled her.With hesitant steps, she approached the door and opened it to find him standing there, drenched from the rain, holding a single, rain-soaked flower. His eyes met hers, filled with the same longing she had been feeling.
© kanishkadivakar💞