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Drop of water

"I was lying on dry ground, with a whole life crumbled inside me."

"I was lying on dry ground, with a whole life crumbled inside me."
"I waited for a drop of water, in scorching summer, to split open what was destined for me."
"I heard the sound of thunder and thought dawn is about to kick off for me."
"The force of water cracked it open. I stretched my legs to reach the fate waiting for me."
"I gripped the ground tight with my feet and raised my arms to reach the sky above me."
"I was getting taller and extended my arms to give shelter to lives near to me."
"I adorned myself with alluring colors; was praised for the fragrance surrounding me."
"As the vibrant colors slowly fade away, I continue to be cherished for the enduring shade of love that thrives beneath me."
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