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My Diary, My Friend.

When the stars twinkle,

The moon too looks at me.

I silently sit with my diary,

As the dim light shines,

The page becomes bright.

I hold my pen and begin to write.

There is so much within me,

And my words make it so much easy.

Everything looks clear,

As I look back in the form of story.

To the sleepless nights,

And to early mornings.

I live my dreams through my words

Talking to my Diary.

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Written by Fatema

When life took a pause, Writing gave me a voice.

I am simply twisted .

Dentist by profession .

Writer by passion.

Mrs Kantawala at my Mansion.

Mother to awesome children  who are a big reason behind my writing.

I pen down my random thoughts as blogs, poems and quotes.

I am very glad to be a part of this amazing  writing platform.

Thank you😊

 

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