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Poetry:Blank

You stare at the wall,Empty, hollow stare.You see patterns of paint ,Wow! the details.Of course you stared not to see these.It’s a way into your head.Inside,Thoughts scattered all around;Like crumbled papers.Clarity evades.Well, Better to take a stroll.Nature is always soothing. -Read and ReadPriya Pramod 🙂 Continue reading
