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Jul 2017
Bit by bit I build my sky
My wings are ready to fly high
High above the land of wrath and agony
Rising above the valleys of self atrophy
Far away from the cacophony deception
Where no one could judge my reflection
As I reach the realm of rainbows
Clouds pour nothing but love
The wind sings nothing but love
My soul soaks in love
Mesmerized by this divinity,
I meet my destiny
Neha Srivastava
Written by
Neha Srivastava  F/Noida
(F/Noida)   
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