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Feb 2016
Slowly it burns,
the thick white smoke,
lazily it turns
curls up from
my mouth's manifold.
The fire lays hidden
beneath the ash
which has still not fallen.
Rays of light descend on me
its path through the smoke
now clearly I can see..
Beautiful world, all these what I have seen
nothing captivates me more than the green
;) :P
Sourodeep
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Sourodeep  30/M/Bangalore, India
(30/M/Bangalore, India)   
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