When I be in the blues of my mind,And my whole day of living seems to be a difficult kind,With turmoil housing in my thoughts,It’s the attic I run uptoAmidst a dusty old trunk and hoards of abandoned articles,Look for the peace ,which I sought. In this old attic,I find the answers to my problemsThatContinue reading “The old attic, my saviour!”
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A peep into Dahlia's Wordscape 