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Today trees play the role of minstrels with the wind aiding to their songs. Birds fly and chirps and whispers among themselves perhaps they too feel, what a beautiful day it is. Sun burns bright and exuberant filling each corners and every curve with it's best of the lights. And every now and then flocks of stork wander tirelessly and soar low and high in this radiant ocean of serendipity.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
The Day Of The Capricorn
Today trees play the role of minstrels with the wind aiding to their songs. Birds fly and chirps and whispers among themselves perhaps they too feel, what a beautiful day it is. Sun burns bright and exuberant filling each corners and every curve with it's best of the lights. And every now and then flocks of stork wander tirelessly and soar low and high in this radiant ocean of serendipity.
Shivam-S
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
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