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Clouds Inside

In love with the sound of  wood
As I knock on old doors
My knuckles and your weariness
A touch, few feelings
And these  vibrations

Wish there could be a window
Or a key hidden somewhere in grass
For my soul can smell
Room inside is full of clouds
White and embracing
To float, fly and loose myself…..

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Poetic vibrations watching Gangabal and Nandakol Twin Lakes (Kashmir Great Lakes Trek)

Happy Exploration !!

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