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Finally the clouds started speaking to the ground,
With the hailing diamonds right from the heaven,
The call to expose yourself to the cold and cozy weather,
The soothing ripples of the water becomes music to my ears;
The fragrance of it’s first encountered mud is no less than a cologne.
Masking, mixing and flowing with the tears of a heartbroken girl,
Watering the blooming flower of love across the seashore,
It becomes the next masterpiece of the glorious artist,
To the naughty kids, a provocation to skip school and play football,
For a poor, young girl, it becomes the only reason to ‘play’ with water.
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a poem about the struggles of a cancer patient and a story about a brave cancer survivor.
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Part of the Poetry collection
Published on June 22, 2015
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