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Sky Becomes a Stage For a Drizzle Drop
Tamed time in my imagine store ,sky is a stage for a Drizzle Drop Atoms pirouetting on broad high heels Molecules are singing in mute melody Twinkling shiny kings tend to twirl and tune like Mozarts of moon. When I saw that marvel, my shoulders shrugged I fetched fairly panic. My skin got to melt sparer and leaner as my sweat and only thing I could fit is in to a tunic. I was curious to know the age of sky Because it is melting much more than most of moist as rainy tears I reason so; why is it still bearing the world in movement of misery in every crusade And with a statement of sweet and sour sentiment it is even making me cry spicy with salty sobbing. You may find my rain drizzle from heavens and fall woo only to reach our soul and try to fit in our own shoe. Every now and then my bubbly rain sleeps on sand And it even takes part as the shade of fantasy and sad. My rain might always has inner directed thrust To rain down to the reign of the thirst. While evaporation my soggy-boggy sodden rain flow high And even, in a frown frazzled furnace of weather with thunders, he keeps on to sigh.
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