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Howling wind! Why were you gathering the―

A tree waits to hug me after shedding the

It was a glass house. A burning boat capsizes

The God refuses to accept the infant universe.

A diminutive moon will ask about the infinity

It was devastating. Out of boredom, drops in

Bending the truth, you return back to your home,

Sometimes I do not want to be talked about.

Autumn was round the corner. I was preparing

You come to me like a fall.