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Freda Francisca Noronha

Abstract Tragedy Fantasy

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Freda Francisca Noronha

Abstract Tragedy Fantasy

Monsoon Creek

Monsoon Creek

1 min
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Spherical drops falling onto my face

Covered in mist don't want to say

Draining me down every inch

Emotions narrating its own stories...


Thunder followed its own space

 Lighting struck a tree in pace

Darkness disappeared and then race 

What's going on in this rainy day?


Melting moments not so proud 

Till the pain was sounding loud 

How do I escape this very ground 

I'm lost in my own sound...


Medicine cannot show its magic

Even a wand has lost its creep

Whom do we ask where its grip

Better not speak let it only creek...


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