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Jul 2017
I stood facing the wind
Closing my eyes,
Picturing my worries being torn from me
In a stretch behind
Almost making a wing.
In my quest for some enlightenment
Or at least an epiphany long due,
I thought I heard some music,
A coded message from the skies
But then I realized it was my beeping machine
                                                      Beeping.

We have ran out of all the magic
(Or we have gotten used to it)!
To give away everything
But my heart.
Shanath
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Shanath  22/F/India
(22/F/India)   
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