Dear Stranger...

National Poetry Writing Month (#NaPoWriMo) is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants write a poem each day for one month.

Here is my 8th poem based on the prompt ‘A poem to the stranger in the shared cab’ by Terribly Tiny Tales (@ttt_official). Drop a comment below to let me know what you think about it! 🙂
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