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Cassia, I don't know from where exactly it started to peek. On the Chandigarh roads only the green trees stretched far and the roundabouts are full of shrubs and miniature trees. Sitting at an edge, I look at the plants in a store under Cassia. I cannot look further, a little earlier as I decided to take a shot but now betwixt I have fallen for this.

Cassia, the Sun
must be like a chandelier
in June street


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