To a place
where no one knows your name.
To a place
where we can see more stars and less human.
To a place
Where silence has a voice.
To a place
Where your soul can run wild and free.
To a place
Where happiness blossoms every day...
Take my hand
Let's run away.
—Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
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SEASHELLS [short poems]
PoetryIf the Beach is what represents my Life, then I would name the ocean as my Feelings and the seashells as my Poems.
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