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Dec 2018
We're like dispersed seeds.
We've no specific destination.
We're just blowing in the wind.
Once we've reached,
We either fertilise or wait for the right plant.
Or worse, yearn to go back to where we came from.
Saumya
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Saumya  19/F
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