Drizzle n Reflection
“The rain drops make a weave like a spider web. To keep hanged the whole sadness in the air. On cobbled streets, people hear the sounds’ ebb. Silver clouds are choleric dreams in sun’s glare. Some pieces of a shattered happiness may be seen, The lightning still coils like a huge snake on the sky.…
Umbrella Rides The Wind
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Hip Young Woman
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