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Wind moves
Pendulum
To and fro
Time grows

Why to cry over split milk,
Dead and gone
Needs and wants
Know everything settles one day

Wind touches
Innocent
Memories
Of childhood snowfall

Blissfully deaf
Music is dream but
Dance mesmerizes real delight

I smell
winds fragrance
Testing mettle
Weaving of my intricate embroidery

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~