and all that remains is a particle of dust. Perhaps, I know it'll be the last souvenir brought to me by the outside world. And yet, I let it go. Because, personifications do not become persons, even if the poet wants them to. I don't know what I am writing 🥴 Welcome to the day 30 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e. April. Today, write a poem that begins with the words - "The curtains close." #poemtime #curtainsclose #quotestitchers #qsbm2 #qsbm2p40 #qsbm2day23 #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba