Je vous souhaite une Belle Année 2017.

Though no one really saw them. In a house rather small. Walk down the Memory Lane. Though they manage to get noticed. Some ignore them, some call them golden,. Some say that they are the loudest. Many a stories are still told. Of how he stands before the storm. Most people dread him and what follows. About her people often wonder.

Expressing the Unexpressed by Chaining the Unchained. In a moonlit summer night,. With a look of concern. He spotted a wilting rose. He vowed to bring it. Morning, noons and nights. He spent caring for it. And when the new spring arrived. Then, in one single motion. Away from its very roots.

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