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All the unknowns
Floating in the air
Like the tiny drops
of vapour,
unable to bear
the pain of the darkness
the early morning wind
out of colossal grief
becomes numb
thick and cold
after collecting them
one by one
together then
it drops
in the form of
diamond dew
on the sharp blades
of green grass
reflecting rays
in thousand colours
making fun out of your
glistering ignorance
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