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Fond Fancies

I woke up this morning with the skirmishes of dry land and earth A glance through my window and I saw the clouds uniting their crack. The morning seemed like the late evening with splashes of lights cutting across the sky And all of a sudden it poured upon heavily with numb sound of thirst and relief. Masses running for shades and the Juvenalilty was seen among the kids Miry filed and smiley little faces kicked the ball with all their coerces. I couldn't dedine such a life where one is sitting idle and the other is making the day It all happens as and when our senesce suffice. Yet I have the belive with orotund tones of my lost juvenility I threw out myself burying all my forlornness. Note: Dedicated to the wonderful monsoon weather

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