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Jun 2023
The leaves are playing
This autumn
You are the solitary bird
Singing to the wind that hushes trees

When friends come and go
You are the silence
That fills the emptiness
Inside me

There is no warmth when
The trees are without leaves
My heart is bare and cold
Still looking for a lazy summer
Splashes of Surreal
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Splashes of Surreal  25/M/New Delhi, India
(25/M/New Delhi, India)   
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