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My tryst with wordsmithing

Selfless

Rainy mornings are lovely, a gentle lazy start to the day. A flavourful goulash of sound, sight and feel that you soak into, to be filled with warmth and cheer.

Have you ever thought of this as possible only due to the gay abandon with which tiny drops fall unmindful that they will be absorbed and go six feet under. A creative personalisation of rain drops in the poem “Selfless”.

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