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Freda Francisca Noronha

Abstract Tragedy Action

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Freda Francisca Noronha

Abstract Tragedy Action

Words Unspoken...

Words Unspoken...

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When I sit back still

Pondering on those dreams

Tears drop down stream

My wounds are opening...


Not for materialistic riches

But my thirst for small things 

Which were my longings

Shattered in a sudden wink...


I couldn't pour my heart out

Not even a screech loud

Closed my book of that hour

No dare to continue somehow...


Wish I could relate it

All those words I didn't speak

Hurt me when I remember it

Unspoken but deep still in...


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