Lost Game- Poem Collection

Lost Game- Poem Collection

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Water flowing through an inlet, where it quenches the thirst of many, irrigates the field and mostly give soothing music to the ears before joining the vast seas and oceans is a river or a stream. Similarly, if words flow from your heart to inspire many, visioning your dreams to reality and mostly connecting the string of heart around the world through your words then, it is Poetry. Every content here is my own original work.
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Just words that flow A river in my head It twists and turns And never stays the same The current is strong You can never go back Pen it down And remember The joy of the ride Through the rough bumpy tide That are the words In my mind.

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