My empty heart speaks for such poems where the world seems unreal and the angels existent.
This book is a collection of some words turned into lines and rhymes; people call this poetry. But I call this "Pottery" because I have to collect soft earth of hard imagination to shape them into beautiful pieces of art.
Hope you like this collection :)
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