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truth is the shrine up on which a temple should be built

when the orange stripes are all across the woods beware of the ambush

pack the serenity of a drizzle with the fury of a cyclone

All my sleepless nights are an ode to your charm

Don't be my time pass, be my nightmare

If you hurt one crow brace for the murder

unleash the song of nature to fight the rage of time

The winds of winter, heat of summer, the drizzle of monsoon, only time survived the onslaught of seasons

Why be normal when you can unleash a storm with uniqueness

a cold breeze, a cloudy sky, the pluviophile in him became optimistic

Transcend in to a raging thunderstorm imprisoned in to a single rain drop