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Aug 2014
One of these days
I’ll turn into a rebellious wind
Rustling through branches and leaves
On the tree tops, the wings finned

Dashing into the heavens
Whilst slithering up the mountains
As whispering Brahmans
So, the thirsty river runs

5/9/2014
Esfoni
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Esfoni  USA
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