Cocktail
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Ongoing, First published Apr 22, 2017
She thought she was lost .But maybe the world was lost in her .Like an unfounded city some wished to explore her. What the they did not know was that they did not need their eyes rather than their hearts to explore . They was so much unrawness in her time and that made their eyes too blind to capture what the heart knows. Poetry is what the mind can read but only the heart can understand so goes the saying
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