
Short Poems
Silence… A soul’s poetry
In a city once called home , Now as a tourist I roam , Whispers my memories ,echoes of time Streets and shops once familiar

In a city once called home , Now as a tourist I roam , Whispers my memories ,echoes of time Streets and shops once familiar
Writer: Observer,
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I Write about life, travel, career and everything shapes who we become
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