Little spurts of chilling winds,
Simple sparkly pools of water.
The world questioning your every move,
Let’s try to be a good friend, wife or daughter.
Laughing hard at not laughing at all,
Finding traces of newness alas.
Claiming rightfully what is deserving.
Hide your next move, the evil world is observing.
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