Out of all the disasters of life
When I am silent .....!
A dark note _____ after midnight
I get bribed into my mind after penetrating the glass…!
Silence which is also creepy
but_______
The environment around me is not inconsolable
There is a sound in that sound….
Music of my soul ....
Whom the bird casts in the dawn. "
# Nomadic life of mine
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