Fatema
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When the stars twinkle,
The moon too looks at me.
I silently sit with my diary,
As the dim light shines,
The page becomes bright.
I hold my pen and begin to write.
There is so much within me,
And my words make it so much easy.
Everything looks clear,
As I look back in the form of story.
To the sleepless nights,
And to early mornings.
I live my dreams through my words
Talking to my Diary.
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I used to write once upon a time. No longer now😔
Nice Fatema💚
Thank you sonali.💚
A true friend, knows all our secrets.
A fresh blank page.. A hundred possibilities..nice one!
Yes it does, and does not even judge you for teg same.. thank you ma’am
Yes. Blank page and a mind full of thoughts, dreams and uncertainties. A perfect friendship.. thank you Sai
So relatable.. Sometimes there are things that just cant be spoken out… They pour out in the confines of the night onto pages…
You feel the same.. thank you for reading..
Good one Fatema 💚💚
Thanks Nitika💚😊