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May 2020
These dark clouds,
That surrounds above the house.
Storm's on its way,
Am standing at the bay.
Watching the dark clouds above me,
I feel all the twist of waves in the sea.
The waves took an unusual turn,
The feelings inside started to run.
Things are not the same,
I have lost all the fame.
The aura and the charisma is lost,
There's nothing much left to afford the world's cost.
Open for all sorts of views and critics, Thank you for reading :)
Written by
Danish Issac  22/M/Muscat, Oman
(22/M/Muscat, Oman)   
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   Ms Anjaan
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