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It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.

Henceforth.. Take a look at the leaves Leaving their mother For the first time For a new experience,

This could Be Magic Only if You

When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming

I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my

How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race

It’s funny Dreams are funny They are just like mindset Altering your personal thoughts It’s funny how all you wanted

I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little

I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour

I do not write my poetry for no-on… And every dawn, i do not reason wh… —On about mystic my work chaperon… Mystic is me but with more time yo… You will break the mystery and lea…

Curiousity is a hell of a drug The reason why you open your eyes… The morning and The reason why you shut it at nigh…