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Oct 2016
I flew to the nearest tree I saw
As the rain drops and flow.
Hid myself under the leaves
Tries not to get wet, hence I weaved.
Rain drops never ending.
Winds controlled the swinging tree
Anxiously I wagged my wings to nowhere
Search for a safe place to wander.
-The Nada
The Nada
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The Nada  23/F/Philippines
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