The sound of the wall clock ticking
The buzz of the bird nested in the veranda
Whistle in the kitchen
The bell in the elevator
The fan circles
Window rattle
This is how finely crafted my solitude is
Am I not supposed to savour it .
The buzz of the bird nested in the veranda
Whistle in the kitchen
The bell in the elevator
The fan circles
Window rattle
This is how finely crafted my solitude is
Am I not supposed to savour it .
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