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Tiny Island | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Evening shadows like thin mists appear, left alone at work this is the time to look at figments, small little traces of the mind. Whoever said that the mind sometimes is languid, it creates vistas of opal shores
waters of reality, expanses of ocean, and in the centre, bang on is a tiny island.

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