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Zooming Out

Zooming Out

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The huge open windows,

The grizzling sound of the monsoon wind,

And that dancing branch of the mango tree,

I was so lost,

Away from the class.


Maybe between the clouds

Or between the woods I guess,

The weather

Making me doze out the reality.


No sun seen,

No rain dripped,

It's just the clouds,

The winds,

And me!


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