When I go Home
The day goes home,
Wings of birds on the fly
If not, do not talk, clutter silence
You have eyes, eyes are in your eyes
Today I go on the way to say this
Whenever I go, I do not know when
Just know, you will meet again
How many words were dropped on this way
But what will happen with so many words?
If we do not see this way,
then we can run this path
If not I.
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| Category | (smartphonephotography) |
| Settings | (13 MP) |
| Camera | (Samsung Galaxy J7 Pro) |
| Lens | (Built in with phone) |
| Location | (Shariatpur, Bangladesh) |
This is my entry for participation in the #smartphonephotography and Contest by
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