From within the stretched streak of grey
Flows the molten wisdom of golden orb
The burden of dark clouds pours down
It sprouts the sown dreams to nourish soul
Ignites the struggling residue of parched hope
Showers buds on the so far barren branch
Drifts the promise afar so that it can prosper
In the beckoning bosom of an afar fertile soil
It also powers the nerve of a dreaming paper craft.
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Rishikesh
17.23 hrs
27.7.25
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