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Jan 2019
I was waiting for a miracle
that would be soulful and serene.
But an impatient whirlpool
was about to begin...
I was waiting and waiting
without knowing that
miracles are happening
in each and every moment,
every place and in every human.
A little magpie was chirping,
inside and outside; isn't that a miracle?

Let the whirlpool fade.

Miracle is our senses to understand the miracles.
Written by
Rokeya Samia
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