on that myth


The river wasn't born out his tears.It was a myth. He couldn't cry that much.His love for her much more stronger.He got things to do.It wasn't a river either.It was a canal...as shy  as her whisper as narrow as her mind but as lively as those moments spent together by them.He took her challenge of saving her village but when his goal accomplished she showed the nonchalance of crescent moon.Their love didn't last but the canal.It wasn't born out of his tears.It was a myth.He couldn't cry that much.His love for her was much more stronger.He got things to do.It wasn't a river either.It was a canal...and it wasn't made by  tears but by his sweat.

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