Those innocent drops of rain falling from the sky never know the thousand ways in which they may shine.
Embracing the skies.
Where is my home?
The warmth of the daytime seemed like a dream now.
Silently waiting for its occupants to return home.
The green fields that dot the landscape near New Delhi.
It’s bad. We’re hit, man, We are hit.
Broken shards. Shattered dreams.
Memories long gone.
Closing in around the light like it would be dark forever after.
This moment will not pass until you let it.
Cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown.
The paths we choose are indicative of the choices we make.
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