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Oct 2015
I was dead river,
No water left in my course.
Greens turned grey,
Sky looked far away.
I looked up every day,
Hoping it would rain soon.
I lied thirsty under the burning Sun.
Then like a sudden rain...
You came into my life.
And I again felt alive.
You turned me into a river...
That dances with storms,
Sings with thunders.
You made me beautiful.
Rupsa Chakraborty
Written by
Rupsa Chakraborty  F/Mumbai, India
(F/Mumbai, India)   
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