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Aug 2019
I went cycling while raining.
Slippery roads and improper brakes.
Going on puddles
Getting shouted at by others.
Water dripping from my hair
Getting on my mischievous eyes- big and bright
And the smile eye to eye.

I love this because,
The pleasure and joy experienced
When the drop of water
Continuously falling on me
Hitting me like reality
Getting me up and fresh
Ready to face anything life sends.
Written by
Abinash  16/M
(16/M)   
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   shamamama
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