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| I'm en route| It rained in the darkest books amidst the loneliest words, echoing laughs of verses amongst the pathways of hope. The fireworks of love crossed the boundary of fear and twirled in patterns of irises and silver chrysanthemums. ( Caption) | I'm en route| It rained in the darkest books amidst the loneliest words, echoing laughs of verses amongst the pathways of hope. The fireworks of love cross the boundary of fear

| I'm en route| It rained in the darkest books amidst the loneliest words, echoing laughs of verses amongst the pathways of hope. The fireworks of love crossed the boundary of fear and twirled in patterns of irises and silver chrysanthemums. ( Caption) | I'm en route| It rained in the darkest books amidst the loneliest words, echoing laughs of verses amongst the pathways of hope. The fireworks of love cross the boundary of fear

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|• On travel stories and cities •| / Explored In The Caption / setting on the journey with a heavy shoulder often called baggage or for him, it was a set of responsibilities imposed on him, he, a man in mid-twenties waved to his family with moist eyes and hid the pain of separation under doubtful promises. just beside him was a old man heading towards the same city but with his proud and happy family, termed as welcoming.

|• On travel stories and cities •| / Explored In The Caption / setting on the journey with a heavy shoulder often called baggage or for him, it was a set of responsibilities imposed on him, he, a man in mid-twenties waved to his family with moist eyes and hid the pain of separation under doubtful promises. just beside him was a old man heading towards the same city but with his proud and happy family, termed as welcoming.

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My granny: memories and time The tick- tick- tick sound of clock made me aware each time and the unstoppable hands of that traveler (time) made a continuous stare at me. The cold wind making way through the window turned the pages of my book on the table. And the ink of my pen was getting ready to bleed to paint words of emotions on my rough paper.

My granny: memories and time The tick- tick- tick sound of clock made me aware each time and the unstoppable hands of that traveler (time) made a continuous stare at me. The cold wind making way through the window turned the pages of my book on the table. And the ink of my pen was getting ready to bleed to paint words of emotions on my rough paper.

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#Day27 // A Starry Night- Sangfroid // //Caption // A Starry Night // I stare at the starry night, Where stars shine, scorching Away a part of mine. The night is young and bright, While the stars, old yet bright. I trace the constellations and stars with my fingers,

#Day27 // A Starry Night- Sangfroid // //Caption // A Starry Night // I stare at the starry night, Where stars shine, scorching Away a part of mine. The night is young and bright, While the stars, old yet bright. I trace the constellations and stars with my fingers,