Dawn or Dusk?
Chirping birds & Blowing winds A gentle tune In the woodwinds All I want Is a silent walk With the seagull flocks, Mind running behind On the riverine sands No canons No cacophony Only a No Man's land!.. ~ Sanjeevani
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