Poetry flows hearts. like mass snow call a glacier starts slow movemen — Balroop Singh

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Poetry flows from our hearts. It is like that mass of snow we call a glacier and when it starts its slow movement, it thaws all the icicles, which keep mounting within us, in the hope of receiving the warmth of words.

Balroop Singh

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