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Jun 2016
A strange wind tells me

                                                                ­  its time to open my hands
&
let go.

A stranger rain tells me
                                            
                                            Howl together.

A strange lightning strikes me
                             I Howl with a knowing that ...
                                                                ­ ....I should've let go
just a second ago.
How decayed is my inner soul?
Yours Sadly Sessions
Ceida Uilyc
Written by
Ceida Uilyc  25/F/Hyderabad
(25/F/Hyderabad)   
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