-a drop of water is powerless, but non stop little trickle runs lines carving deep into the rocks and mountains, persistent tiny drops falling one by one on the same spot make their presence felt by digging a small hole , patience is unfelt like the softness of breeze , the uncaring are uncaring because they have no senses and sensibility to feel the existence of softness which can change others shaping them according to their mould
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