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"The sky looks different today, I said to myself, yesterday it felt like a dark prose"
"My eyes yet again experiencing emotions, that tells a thousand stories, lyrical it can be, the rhyme sends all the melody through my ears"
"The sound of the river flowing deep affection, there can be end we can settle"
"Only me can figure everything I don't know, questioned might be, where is the answer"
"Strikes of brushes wrote calligraphy, there can be word that form"
"Maybe I can't see anything, but I know there are difference from what we see from what we feel"
"I'll just keep looking forward from my story"
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The Silent Whisper
PoesiePoems from my dearest heart, mind and soul and my hands of fire.
