far away from the city,
in the shade of cool hut.
far away from the black cage,
with the wings of fresh Breeze,
bouncing in the greenary...
far away from the cruel mind,
dancing in the droplets.
far away from the solitariness
in the companion of the noise makers...
and making memories........
~santu
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