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Dec 2014
Sometimes, I have
Nothing to say
And the silence
Says as much as
Words could
Because in the white light
Of the squared room,
Filled with, men and women
I could raise as my own,
My walking away
Speaks for me.
Written by
Varun Rajaram  Pune
(Pune)   
305
   --- and Erenn
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