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Land lying in solitude air always in rage water becoming diamonds where the color of orange prevails Everywhere lies the portrait of sand done by hands of nature sometimes dancing together in hands with the fiery tune of air Deep beneath are homes holding ownership by countless lives plants with swords, here and there yet becoming preys to those hunchbacks As the sun drowns along with orange darkness arrives, ceasing anger in air all sighing in relief and eyes in daze only then, the beauty came alive.

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