This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
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This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

— Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
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