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…h pen or book in hand, I become alive,embezzling the fire within a flame, words transporting me. Wrapped in my cocoon, have I succinctly become a poem waiting to emerge,like an uber summoned to chauffeur words to destinations unknownas the corners of my mind get lost within the empty spaces?
Connie Song
Vinitha Dileep
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A lover of words, writer, blogger, dreamer, loves stringing words together & adoringly calls them poems. Connect at vinitha.dileep@gmail.com
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