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Ayan Roy Dec 2018
The rain drizzles
On the face they sizzle,
As sparks of laughter
Breaking through the hustle.

The wind sprints
In the ears they speak,
The tales of land
High around the majestic peaks.

The sun climbs
Over the thunderous kinds
Filling the eyes
With it's age old smile.

But then there's
The moon that hides
When the world is alive,
Peeping through the distance
Till the time is right.
Go out and run with the wind.

— The End —