Poetry.
When I felt that my life was in my grasp ,with the world in my pocket,there was no poetry in my heart and soul.
Now reduced to a mute observer and spectator to scheme of events played and being played poetry boils forth in my heart and soul.
Now reduced to a mute observer and spectator to scheme of events played and being played poetry boils forth in my heart and soul.
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