One last click?

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Before the midnight thunder resounds, I would just allow myself to flow in the stream of mixed emotions. As the winds swayed through the damp forest, I seek your scent into mesmerising me.

Either as soothing as dark wood or as captive as the sea breeze from horizons. Not a pot of gold, nor a lucky charm, it has just been free flow or heartfelt bliss.

One good rhythm, a lifetime of goodness.

My mind, your charm.

My emotions, your vibe.

Author Soovan Sharma Dookhoo

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