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May 2013
There has been an era of happiness,
There has been an era of loneliness.

The mountain stood so lonely,
Yes it used to be lonely.

Then the happy cloudling came by,
Yes it stayed for some moments that just lasted till it was like nevertime.

But then the earthquake came,
None could help the mountain stand on its base and it fell down.

The Cloudling got off from The Mountain.
In pop-culture, a cloudling means a small-beautiful cloud.
My HP Poem #233
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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