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Leaning against the window; recollecting old memories I felt like days of childhood touched me as propitating breeze. The days of sheer bliss on the lap of mother nature, Playing cheerfully with flutterbies, the virtuos creatures. 《Refer to Caption》 Leaning against the window; recollecting old memories I felt like days of childhood touched me as cool breeze. The days of sheer bliss on the lap of mother nature, Playing cheerfully with flutterbies, the virtuos creature. The beauteous streamlet I recall, its colourful pebbles Its crystal clear water which shines with out any speckles. It used to enhance the grace of my early morns,

Leaning against the window; recollecting old memories I felt like days of childhood touched me as propitating breeze. The days of sheer bliss on the lap of mother nature, Playing cheerfully with flutterbies, the virtuos creatures. 《Refer to Caption》 Leaning against the window; recollecting old memories I felt like days of childhood touched me as cool breeze. The days of sheer bliss on the lap of mother nature, Playing cheerfully with flutterbies, the virtuos creature. The beauteous streamlet I recall, its colourful pebbles Its crystal clear water which shines with out any speckles. It used to enhance the grace of my early morns,

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°°Of Withering and Blossoms°° I glare at the window to find the streetlight where once the laughters of kids climbing the trees, throbbed. I look at the vase, where once a blossom smiled, brightening the atmosphere. |caption | °°Of Withering and Blossoms°° I glare at the window to find the streetlight where once the laughters of kids climbing the trees, throbbed. I look at the vase, where once a blossom smiled, brightening the atmosphere. My brain tries to accommodate both the clusters

°°Of Withering and Blossoms°° I glare at the window to find the streetlight where once the laughters of kids climbing the trees, throbbed. I look at the vase, where once a blossom smiled, brightening the atmosphere. |caption | °°Of Withering and Blossoms°° I glare at the window to find the streetlight where once the laughters of kids climbing the trees, throbbed. I look at the vase, where once a blossom smiled, brightening the atmosphere. My brain tries to accommodate both the clusters