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days and nights waking up, going to sleep In middle
Briskly moving and doing things
every single eye looking at me
the whispers of others, echoes in my ear
thoughts in me clashes like,
a sea hitting rocks scars are visible
Unknowingly i'm the witness of everything.
wind knocking on my window
allowed it with surprise and doubt
In mirror shadow isn't see able
wandering going front and back.
this morning sensing the heat of sun light
golden shade of it on a flower and it's dance.
byte, taste of chilled lemon with garlic naughty feel of it.
every pole, street, tree and light on them, a rainbow
every breath of touch in me, it's like floating music.
Briskly moving and doing things
every single eye looking at me
the whispers of others, echoes in my ear
thoughts in me clashes like,
a sea hitting rocks scars are visible
Unknowingly i'm the witness of everything.
wind knocking on my window
allowed it with surprise and doubt
In mirror shadow isn't see able
wandering going front and back.
this morning sensing the heat of sun light
golden shade of it on a flower and it's dance.
byte, taste of chilled lemon with garlic naughty feel of it.
every pole, street, tree and light on them, a rainbow
every breath of touch in me, it's like floating music.
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