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Mar 2021
Some little drops of water
Whose home was at sea
To go upon a journey
They once happened to agree
A white cloud was their carriage
Their horse, a playful breeze
And over town and country
They rode along at ease
But the cloud held too many
And began to grow heavy
The little drops of water started to fall
And the cloud looked on with appal
The water fell to their dismay
Was this how they end their day?
~19/3/21
:0 I wouldn't want to end my day falling to my doom either...
Just Another Flower
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Just Another Flower  16/F/At home
(16/F/At home)   
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   Hooria Iftikhar
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