Mauve has been writing numerous poems nowadays. Be it while in the cafe, be it during lessons; she cannot stop writing them. As if they've become a way of talking for her, through verses.

10.2 : SHOULD WE CALL IT LOVE ?

Is new found love like a new-born baby ?
Always wailing ,with no experience, no worries.
Is the lover like a mother?
Messing things at first, clutching her baby, not letting go.
Is an affair like adolescence ?
Moody and sensitive,hot-blooded,maybe zestful.
Is break-up like adulthood ?
Individuality, misunderstandings, fate's game.
Is forgotten love like old age ?
Looking back,regret, passiveness.
Is a reunion of lovers like a re-birth?
Same love, new cover, memories, new but someway the same.

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