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And it was as if,
The whole world was made up of,
A single thing,
A single word,
A single curse,
A single blessing,
A single music,
A single whisper,
A single shade,
A single feeling,
Darkness,
It was this all along,
Her dreams and her soul,
Her soul and her call,
Darkness rippled from them all,
Engulfing her in an ocean,
A maze or her own puzzle,
Her waves once the shade of a rainbow,
Are now the bleak shade of nothing else but,
A darkness,
So deep and enchanting,
That all she could think of is,
Darkness,
Of her soul, her life,
And those of her eyes.
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Magic of words
PoetryWords have always been a magic. Throughout my life I have been a fan of words because for me these are the base as well as the intention towards all the practical implementation. So here is a compilation of poems which I will write revolving around...
