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It brings memories... Create scenarios and mechanical injuries. It heals ..it thrills.. Time is the God that certainly kills.. It promises truth ..

Silently embrace certain things..you know will constantly kill you..yet not surrendering to it will start a war you know you can't win.

Boom...the cracker's sounds.. And everyone felt the joy... They felt the good and bad... They felt the sudden turmoil.. Even the Brahmaputra cried..

I closed my eyes.. A glimpse of something somewhere implies.. A creaking sound ...a Huss... There she is again.. With her child making fuss .. I ..

The Serengeti sees the good and green.. The Mississippi forever flows.. Still we are bound to ourselves.. Driven to greed and shallows.. Be deep a..

The wind blows..

It's all about the brave