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March was supposed to be
beginning of summer here ,
scorching hot days ,
and ruthless Mr.Sun ;
but yet this year ,
if the weather shifted or not ,
I don’t know ,
but there’s a resolve in the nature
for it’s not acting impatient at all .
A bit cold of winter ,
a bit warmth of summer,
a bit dryness of autumn ,
a bit wetness of monsoon .
There’s a resolve in here .
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into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
