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What's coming out from inside
At first I could not understand
Sometimes some words make a pain
Even can make a lot of meaning
Sometimes in vain,
To say that, alone, alone
Then if I aligns those random words
On a white paper
As the Jigsaw,
And if I try to rearrange
It makes a little senses
Sometimes life is like a river flowing to the,
Sings the music of nature
Where Sparrow and Starlings play day and night,
Build their home
Make their family
They feel romance,
Inspired everybody to be romantic
Or Maybe say about the lost Spring
Even can say about the mystic origin of creation
Not just happen
Of Course there any link between
Gravity of time, its responsibility
Not someone anyone to take
Any love,
Distinct memory,
A few questions
Sometimes those answers matching
Or Sometimes do not match
When the time comes to go back
To its own courtyard
Mystic mesh masks
The seasonal variations
You and me
Our Childhood
Nexus
Love
Everything is slowly faded from
The memory pages
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen