Daily Archives: November 3, 2018

Towards Of Fish All Launch Through Wet

(From Yesterday Evening) To say it is raining Is putting it mildly, In fact, it is draining From sky really wildly … The water’s so dense There’s no room for sky there, Through the window, I sense A fish swimming … Continue reading

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