Symphony of
the whooshing sound,
some grey smoke,
those thundering trails,
a skipped heartbeat,
I take a step,
into this world,
of epiphanies.
Symphony of
the whooshing sound,
some grey smoke,
those thundering trails,
a skipped heartbeat,
I take a step,
into this world,
of epiphanies.
A Little Green Bell 
Beautiful poem, Swati. Too good.
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