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Jun 2020
They say that descended raindrops have their own stories
And even silenceΒ Β in rhythm to create music
I thought those are just lies wrapped in prettiness,
Until one day the tired poet went to sleep fighting for words
And I dug up the old buried book looking for passion and truth.
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Written by
FairlyCultured  India
(India)   
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