I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple
Sunday, October 7, 2018
Suffer of leaf
Every leaf is drowsy But the wind is yet to blow Never leaves its place In spite of low and high speed Dust covers to it With blowing air, The tiny palm of raindrop Claps with it, Even storm also comes to it But it never goes to anywhere It only falls .................... Fall to die.
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