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She howls in silence.

Her untidy hair..a devilish wind trying to tangle
fighting against,she realized the wind difficult 2handle
she is a warrior.. weakness is her weapon
amidst, war..opponent pin her down
bt its gravity that don’t let her feet on the ground
remains still..she is still in chain of hound
she cries,hoarse and then mumble
none is audible
Does she murmur in hush??
or we are lost in plush??




The one, who is keen to bake different recipe of writing.

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