One evening,
The earth and the sky
Gossiped at the horizon.
The earth asked the sky,
'What do the clouds seek
Once they cross the horizon?'
The sky said,
'They seek a place
To drop their little drops,
They seek a parched place
To shower you with love.
'But where do the waters go
Once the rivers cross the horizon?'
Asked the sky then.
'They seek a place to fall,
They seek such a waterfall,
Where the foam rises high,
And becomes one with you'.
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Like the “True seekers “
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