Insomnia inspiration
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For the readers- Observing is one of my best addictions. I observe everything from the buzz of a fly to the storm in the sky, from two lovebirds to two birds in love. And whenever i get an urge to express them, i start writing. Poetry is just a way that i like the most. The rhymes and the rhythms give a lot of power to my words. Apparently, i recite during the night hours when i am ready to go to bed and am indulged in remembering things that happened during my day.
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