Wait! Is that a song!

As I lazily gazed at the sky,

Was like a canvas with shades of blue and white.

Stood on the terrace gazing at nothing,

Cool was the breeze that ruffled my hair.

The Sun, the Moon and the sky stay same,

Have no clue why I aged so lone.

When I turned back, saw no joy,

Tried to sing but not a line I could.

Giggled and started singing my own song.

That sounded worse than I thought,

So, Again I giggled and hummed the song.

Daily Prompt : Song

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST

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