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Dec 2017
Standing by my window
I hear
the wind passing by.
And all the melodies
that sweep along
entailing tales
from far and wide.

No hems can
block its passage.
No men can
halt its march.
It just whirls by
leaving a trail behind.
the unwritten note
Written by
the unwritten note  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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