alone in the throng,
sifting through the detritus of torn yesterdays,
thoughts weave,
ever searching,
to belong.
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Afzal Moolla
A Manic Scribbler
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The desire to belong….. Nice
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Thank you!
Peace ✌
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🙂
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The desire to belong…powerfully expressed!
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thank you, my friend, as always.
Warmest wishes and hugs.
Peace ✌
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Niiiice!
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thank you, my friend
Peace ✌
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