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Old school

An old school doesn’t mean sending pigeons on my window,

Every morning with a written letter.

You can text me good morning whenever you are awake.

In the winter snow, you can bring me chocolates filled with liquor love,

And a cost sweater of yours, I could wear,

Whenever I feel cold or out of love.

I am an old school and it means I love listening to songs,

So send me your playlist so I could listen,

dedicating myself to every melody or yours.

Wherever we see each other in our city market,

Smile looking at me, my day will light up with your lightning.

-Riya Shah

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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