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A mediocre

You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.

The silence..

 
 IMAGE CREDIT: My dear friend +Joanna 
 
The girl is weaving
The words of her fate,
She wants to know
Where is
The angel of destiny?
Her pain 
Is barking on her
But she is
Unable to do
Except to listen
The silence of screaming.

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