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May 2020
A refreshing wind blowing in those times,
When Sun was unable to yield sunshine.

A sweet fragrance of a flower,
Along with wind, gave me power.

Darkness in those times, was not worse than light,
As it also puts efforts to prop me on delight.

Therefore, wind, fragrance and darkness,
Always made me glad in aloneness.
Written by
Aryaman  16/M/India
(16/M/India)   
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