Hanging wind-chimes of my,
leftover dreams;
half-written poems;
untold stories.
Decorating my windows of desires,
with their strange yet beautiful sounds.
Sometimes time grows into unheard melodies.
–Nehal

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Hanging wind-chimes of my,
leftover dreams;
half-written poems;
untold stories.
Decorating my windows of desires,
with their strange yet beautiful sounds.
Sometimes time grows into unheard melodies.
–Nehal
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Very nice…its all in the perspective
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Great poem!
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Thank you !
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This real nehal.
Nice.
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“Sometimes time grows into unheard melodies.”
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