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Writer's pictureRaha Khosravi

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Updated: Feb 21, 2023

In my thoughts, I reached a pure freedom that nobody had the right to enter it.

I flew, swung, and laughed at the sweets of my dreams. Where rhythm took my hands and melody began to play. Water became clear, fire flamed, rain poured down, and a pure feeling was created.

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