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Saorise
Descending from the Himalaya’s during the intense cold , innocent icicle lacked the knowledge of freezing,
Escaping down the narrow lane of frosty creeks and death embedded edges. She made it till the first ray of horizon.
Dawn was a legend, blood was thickening against the water, and light went in oblivion.
Before the howl and the moonless night, she found herself bruised or where the stones carved out of fresh magma?
The smell of rocky wood, petrichor and earth made her tingle. She rippled.
A cloudless sky was enough to develop muscles, She was clear and flummoxed.
Endearment found a slight vestige. Heart quickly escaped.
The sky seemed cloudless and the little puddle was numb, yet fearless.
Trails lingered with unhindered crimes.
The smell of fire burnt her nose, and fames clutched strong.
Domain of fire, had a peculiar malice against her.
Stream flowing through the verge of it’s extinction. Against a mammoth of smother.
The sky witnessed the violence, witnessed the pain. It rained.
Now, fighting a clasp of air, bleeded and wounded went damp on a throny long grass.
Soul escaped out, but her footprints inacted magic on weaklings.
At matutine, she protects.
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Shloka Khopkar
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