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The music is flowing like the breeze
The wind chimes are dancing on it
The sun is peeping thorough the mist
Showers are covering my clear view
There are fewer people on the road
A silent walk in the waves of melody
Mind is flowing with streams of thoughts
I found the rhythm that I can rely on
The dreams of heights are increased
Heart is filled with harmony of joy
Monday, 23 June 2014
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