The Long Early Morning

I sit silently along with some common fated ones. Even the sea just in front of us, but we can’t hear the sound of the beach. I wish I could be there soon, instead of being traped inside this cold iron box.

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A writer, a tea & poet lover, a xanxia addict, an accidental photographer, - a medical doctor.

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