It's strangely still today.
No breeze is flowing by,
The leaves on the trees are static,
The branches are not even moving an inch,
Not even a centimeter,
The birds sitting on the polls are strangely quiet and unmoving,
All in all, the nature as a whole is completely and strangely still,
And it feels like the calm before the chaos.
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For Instagram
PoetryOkay, so, I upload reels on Instagram and I'm thinking of changing the tempo of my account and for that, I'd be writing on Wattpad and then upload my original works on Instagram.
