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Old soul
I like to be alone and talk to myself
Away from the crowd as I seek my own help
I love being quiet and enjoy the silence
They find me different very few are my alliance.
I admire the nature and sit quietly by her side
Think more than I talk..so many feelings that I hide
I love being messy as the wind caress my hair
Love those simple things,all splendour seems mere.
I search for inner peace rather than all grandeurs
Love deep conversations they keep me talking for hours
I am an old soul and they call me crazy
Dear,I am not a rose,rather want to be a daisy.
© Ananya
Away from the crowd as I seek my own help
I love being quiet and enjoy the silence
They find me different very few are my alliance.
I admire the nature and sit quietly by her side
Think more than I talk..so many feelings that I hide
I love being messy as the wind caress my hair
Love those simple things,all splendour seems mere.
I search for inner peace rather than all grandeurs
Love deep conversations they keep me talking for hours
I am an old soul and they call me crazy
Dear,I am not a rose,rather want to be a daisy.
© Ananya
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