How you happened to me O Elder Neice,
In those summer holidays in hot nights fierce
And what you brought me is such a cool breeze
So cool is your way of saying with such diligent Ease.

Immersed in your narratives of such thrilling stories,
My mind never stopped making animated memes;
And cultivated with that quality input into mise-en-scenes,
Only to be brought to the surface writing my own scenes.

Awaiting to come and meet you when I had done justice,
To those promising success that I had put on myself.
Learning that to get accepted as a writer is no ease,
Days are passing by like a rush hour in a miniature shelf.

I hid myself from the world and yourself with my failure,
In proclaiming that you are my first literary teacher in lore.

© IZINGIZER
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