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Guess What? Incessant in my mind were you — almost for all the time as it rained and is raining so often this November. I know we both would have waited for the rain– desperately to unfold the memories yet again–but it rained a lot ~ it pained a lot. I feel same as you [...]
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When sowed inside the soil, I was a male With Proud seed And Power to create And earth was a female With an open part Easily accessible. Earth kept me inside the womb, Until I sprouted out in the upper part of the world. I grew up green… Transformed into a female being… Now, I [...]
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