Thinking Out Loud

All the bruises are healing..
The wind around is feeling…
Deceiving the sky everyday
The wind makes its way..
Just like that…
I’ll fly high..
Reaching the limits..
By truthful lies.
I am garrulous..
Let me speak..
I am fabulous..
So I’ll anyway break the streak..
Thinking high to reach the clouds..
Just let me go, bold and loud…
The ones who’ll burn
Will stay there
I’ll fly high
Nobody knows where…
I’ll walk alone,away from the crowd
Just leave me on my own,
And I’ll be Thinking Out Loud…:*

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Ayera
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GOOD GOING MAN! really! :’)

Arvinda Malik
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How thoughtful !!!

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