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The clouds are in a mess to hold their breathes,

The clouds are in a mess to hold their breathes, so they let out their heart open to let know everyone that they got a one and all our stories are coming back to us. The stories,the poetries which we thought are all holding yesterday's were somewhere holding so much for today. PS:if you really find it interesting then go read it otherwise don't like it. (Caption) There's a little drizzle over my face I can feel right now and the humming sound, the droplets are making, the wind brings shivers with itself and the lightning is silver spoon over the black cloak. Now, it's raining heavily as the winds are getting intense. Everywhere darkness but it is soothing, a little peaceful I guess, for some time only all the doors are closed and everyone is under their roof, may be not all but it's good way to spend time with them. Though I am sitting all alone really not in a position to talk coz I really liked the silent echoes much than the drumming tunnels. Finally some are coming back, all wet just peaking into their houses, so called homes. It's a lovely weather where you can get wet from inside and no one's get to know, why you were shivering becoz of someone's remembrance or is it the wind doing it over your body. I can feel the warmth though I am shivering, literally, it's the magic it has. The clouds are in a mess to hold their breathes, so they let out their heart open to let know everyone that they got a one and all our stories are coming back to us. The stories,the poetries which we thought are all holding yesterday's were somewhere holding so much for today. When Meera goes berserk again and again and again. Literally it's shit but it is happening right now. #rainingtoday
The clouds are in a mess to hold their breathes, so they let out their heart open to let know everyone that they got a one and all our stories are coming back to us. The stories,the poetries which we thought are all holding yesterday's were somewhere holding so much for today. PS:if you really find it interesting then go read it otherwise don't like it. (Caption) There's a little drizzle over my face I can feel right now and the humming sound, the droplets are making, the wind brings shivers with itself and the lightning is silver spoon over the black cloak. Now, it's raining heavily as the winds are getting intense. Everywhere darkness but it is soothing, a little peaceful I guess, for some time only all the doors are closed and everyone is under their roof, may be not all but it's good way to spend time with them. Though I am sitting all alone really not in a position to talk coz I really liked the silent echoes much than the drumming tunnels. Finally some are coming back, all wet just peaking into their houses, so called homes. It's a lovely weather where you can get wet from inside and no one's get to know, why you were shivering becoz of someone's remembrance or is it the wind doing it over your body. I can feel the warmth though I am shivering, literally, it's the magic it has. The clouds are in a mess to hold their breathes, so they let out their heart open to let know everyone that they got a one and all our stories are coming back to us. The stories,the poetries which we thought are all holding yesterday's were somewhere holding so much for today. When Meera goes berserk again and again and again. Literally it's shit but it is happening right now. #rainingtoday
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