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Maybe it’s nothing
Always has been
But whatever it is
I’d do it again
 Mar 29 Indie
PAVANI
As my dreams play
vivid images of a future
I'm yet to mold
my brain cries in silence
as in my hands, wet clay
is all I hold
Like the effortless flow of fingers over piano keys, life wraps around me, drawing me gently into luminous waves of feelings.

A symphony of pure heavens.
Everything here is deep green, adorned with brilliant stars that flicker inside me.
I feel the warm wind caressing my face, playing with my light brown hair.

Sinking into sleep was never really sleep—for here, waking is not possible.
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