Another pane of a day-
Broken due to quill of my soul.
Its snowy touch
And pink existence-
Scatterd over the heaven.
Look..,dear i a man
Stands beside the seashore-
Which resembles my mind
A flock of clouds called me
For again making a sandfort
No no..i am existing
Over the pane of broken days..!
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