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  Jun 2021 Sukanya Sinha Roy
Colm
The noise is not the trees.
Instead, I understand
And stand where life begins
And questions end.
Now comprehend,
What shakes therein.
For that sound is not a noise at all,
It is the wind.
True story of a past feeling. God bless.
  Apr 2021 Sukanya Sinha Roy
Pax
A poem is a story itself
it's just ambiguous
  Apr 2021 Sukanya Sinha Roy
ryn
If indeed
my heart knows
every word
to this song,

why then
does my voice
argue that it
should never
be sung?
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