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A Devil's Cry

Strong views, out of the box to be understood, his brain run faster than his beats.
Heavy hands, skillfully making the art lighter, flashing thoughts making creativity brighter. A posture of bulk yet to be converted to a hulk.
A stone in the water which looks wet only from the outside but many times drops pierce him within. A true louts-eater. Doing the same thing won't change anything but doing it in a different way sometimes might change your world. 
Same place, with same bees buzzing around yet it changed something within me.  
The drop of water in his eyes had a feel for us, they were no crocodile tears but the devil's shed.
Then I realised, that you should shed some tear and see how many hands come to wipe them. I never believed in the first impression is the last impression because a person can't play all his card at once. Life is a game which human play according to a situation. An array which we have formed a year ago, begin scattered with an unaware situation to an unknown destination. We all are like the branches of a tree, far yet connected to each other within each one of us. 
The life of ours is like a dandelion flower, who knows where the wind of our life blows us away. Life is too short to think and a stretched way to live. 

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