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Even Before

Stream of water – dried; But it will again come as rain; flow will be gone this time maybe, Inert gush will wait again to become a rain pour. Don’t call this formation of steam as death and shower as life – Course of my droplets, I, am still of yours – don’t know anything more – even before.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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