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Chaos | Details | Poetry
Sometimes, I write poetry. No big heartbreak story, not a sad sob story, nothing fancy really. I find talking like two parallel lines running together but never connecting at any point. While poetry crosses minds, it stays, few simple choice of words can do the magic. I found the calm in poems.
Tiny details we miss out everyday like looking at yourself in the mirror, feeling the warmth of the morning sunrays or even the void that your minds dives into inspires me everyday. Poetry is nothing but the beauty of details that a person sees and chooses to write about.
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