Little brook

I went to a beautiful brook I befriended with in my childhood  She is flowing relentlessly with same serenity with same youthful jolly Years back when I played around the pretty pretty gardens in the boastful vicinity of her When I swam in pinkish ponds with bluish fishes over sexy frizzy curls of her And I asked the same question that I asked years before  My dear brook: Where are you running?  When is the…

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