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Oct 2017
The joy is inexplicable
When the dawn is out to warm you
But, nothing gold can stay:
It turns into burning fire
And ***** your blood out of you.

Dancing in drizzling rain
Reminds you how beautiful you are
But, nothing gold can stay:
Hurricanes bring down big guns
And shoot you to dead in rain.

The wanton scenery
Is also nature's first gold-
The gold that can not stay.

I am the Nature
My gold turns into stone
It is your love that matters
I am bipolar, I am your lover
A lover who can't be always
The Nature's first Gold.
Surya Teja M
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Surya Teja M  24/M/Hyderabad, India
(24/M/Hyderabad, India)   
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