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A Morning Musician Her chubby cheeks slowly rolled and came near him. Her cheeks was restless and roaming like a child searches for a moms breast milk in sleep.. and finally relaxed when noticing a perfect plot, which is not exactly his neck but above his masculine chest. Her warmness won the battle with the newly bought air conditioner and woke him up with pleasure budding in eyes. For the first time he noticed his fingers frozen in warmness , like a running river through a dark filled cave, finds it soul while meeting a falling sunray. His fingers were floating in milkyway, as it had never felt this experience those cheeks were giving, like a new born artist makes a piano tune of melody with care, love, and freshness his fingers tapped her cheeks, making the tunes on a fleshy piano. he was alarmed unsual, cos it was a routine tapping his alarm button so far. His feelings moved to an unexplained state, perhaps an ecstacy and the purity of affection and love was flowering in his eyes....

A Little Flower A little flower was stammering with words stuck in her mouth like a half dead fish witnessing the water but couldn’t move. They dragged her with all their extra energy they got from their morning hot bread, and pushed her inside. She is confused, where she is been put, she looked herself in the closed glass doors reflection, for the first time she is noticing her beautiful pair of eyes pouring that salty water which mom hates. Then rushing to the half closed window she is stretching her soft pair of hands through the strong string like window rods, and her face pushing the rods with the balance energy, as if her rolling tears are gonna melt the bars, with no efforts witnessed from the either side, her hands becomes tired and falls down. Another sweet voice from back called her, sharing a warm hug, took her near to a half broken chair, makes the crying crystal to stay comfortable. Parallels the crying eyes, noted all other bunch of crushed crystals pouring the ...