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Words in a Prose is grandiloquent,
Ahoy ahoy, how does the whistle of the steamer...
Tu -Tut, Tu -Tut, the steamer blows while she goes...
Why do I have to sleep at night oh Nana my Nana?
Cause you need to rest just like the sun my dear...
Sun rays lit them up.
Sparkling little drops of rain...
Sometimes the pain rises like a wave
Lamenting and howling about your departure...
You are now lost to me!
And yet I am back to the grind...
Mind, when it cant go on its own way, turns into a highway with broken signal, traffic jams and blaring horns- while the soul reclines, calmly observing with a secret smile and keep going on, its set path.
I suppose I forgot to leave behind my address when love came looking for me.
Save for a rainy day, not for your next life.
by Courageous Dreamer
by Satish Verma
by Mr. Darcy