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Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Normadic life

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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