Soul stories
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jdgoswamiA blogger, story teller and freelancer
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by jdgoswami

The baby was crying at midnight And the earth was sleeping The winds was resting in the cool nap of the palm tree waiting for the sunshine.

The night was long And the dark hair of the night was pouring all over the windows and the baby was crying

A train was trying to invade The silent of the cool night Searching to find it's destiny And the baby was crying.

The dark night was still long The cry of the baby was waiting to get The touch of her mother's hand Who was still not sleeping.

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