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Cords of neck grows tighter as head becomes heavier, standing upfront, facing, pool of black head - class. Those eyes keeps on staring as on naked body, Those mouths keeps on murmuring as a child baby. And yet I didn’t lose to wear a folly smile in gloomy light. Once bluey-green foliage was chirping in cold breeze just like I am shrieking, internally,when I lose my cold chord in middle. Now, tree stand near window, with open brown hand under soggy blue sky. All green gone. Those brown hand become stiffer in cold breeze. Awaiting for autumn to cherry blossom. As I am dying for this period to over, where I stand frozen under black shadow.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
A wish for Magic wand
Cords of neck grows tighter as head becomes heavier, standing upfront, facing, pool of black head - class. Those eyes keeps on staring as on naked body, Those mouths keeps on murmuring as a child baby. And yet I didn’t lose to wear a folly smile in gloomy light. Once bluey-green foliage was chirping in cold breeze just like I am shrieking, internally,when I lose my cold chord in middle. Now, tree stand near window, with open brown hand under soggy blue sky. All green gone. Those brown hand become stiffer in cold breeze. Awaiting for autumn to cherry blossom. As I am dying for this period to over, where I stand frozen under black shadow.
An experience of a boy who is reciting a poem in front of his class. In middle of it he losses the track the of his poem and all of its gone which he had solemnly learned last night.   --- Your valuable suggestions are welcome here.
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shivam-porwal
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
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