(P.S. poetry series) Time of Namaskar
I’ve got an ear for every sound, a city far away, lost, empty inside only a ghost, stepping his feet on the ground, Trying to…
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I’ve got an ear for every sound, a city far away, lost, empty inside only a ghost, stepping his feet on the ground, Trying to…
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