And then I ran
like a roaring river
cruising my way
stumbling through the stones
And then I float
like my flimsy paperboats
across the rain waters
riding the ripples
And then I scream
like the divison bells
spreading far and wide
within a split second
And then I dive
deep into the silence
spiralling in the loops
of my wondering mind
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Emotional Saina takes CWG gold, a title to heal Rio Olympics pain
Looking up at the sky, Saina Nehwal let out a scream after grabbing the coveted gold, eight years after she had become the toast of the ...
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Is sorrow always beautiful?
Or is it some trickery to make us gullible?
I don't know, I don't know
Why does it choose our happiness to gnaw?
Is love always painful?
Is death always dreadful?
I don't know, I don't know
Why does it choose our anxiety to grow?
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