Infant clouds of the gloaming were struggling to prove their loyalty to the wind. Earth strived hard to prove its fertility. Somewhere, the flowers fought hard to preserve the fragrance in their wombs for the unknown tomorrow. The life was on an endless swing, mine and yours.

-Soman Gouda

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