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Feb 2017
Early morning rain
parched air
a soothing silence.
Only sounds of
drip drip drip
from somewhere.
As I peek out
of a rusty window
I see
morning rituals
of local villagers.
Slowly,
with each sip of tea
I gulp acceptance.
Nikita
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Nikita
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