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Sometimes they are zephyr-like.
Sometimes, they strike.
Sometimes, they float.
Sometimes, they try hard to tote.
Sometimes, they glow white.
Sometimes, they trite.
Sometimes, they are like sprite.
Sometimes, they blight.
No matter how sightly they are
And help us in balancing the nature,
At the end they are all just, passing clouds!
~Shamika
One of the passing cloud which once left its long lasting footprints in my memory..
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Published on January 24, 2018
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