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A MOURNING BRIDE

Once up on a time, The monsoon season covered, Shivering sounds of birds from distance wood. I listened the cricket's music where in dark silent. I made some clay figures and sold in a street. Every children happy to saw and few never noticed. I gave it gift to the poor children. Their broad eyes filled with joy. I walked lonely, small flowers smiled to stoop. That rainy night, i carved the image of groom and bride. And i stitched the nature flowers with beads. It turned to wonderful garlands. The nupital began, i enjoyed to saw the trational ceremony. At a moment, my glass- heart fragiled Heavy rain splashed in outside. When harsh wind blowing, rain ruined my images. I snuggled, the dark shade of life. My tears rolled in, just mingle with clay.

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Date: 6/20/2010 3:19:00 AM
A nice write. enjoyed it
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