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Jan 2021
When pain moist your eyes
Tears, flowing down through your vest.
The sun don't shine anymore,
Unwind unfurled dream.

Hear the whisper of silent wind
you listened as a child,
Make your canvass blank
Splash colours, mild or wild.
Rana roy
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Rana roy  50/M/India
(50/M/India)   
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