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The Glory of the Past
A dry leave reminds us the past
glory of the tree,
in the same way a lonely heart
tells us the days of love full
of joy and happiness in the past.
glory of the tree,
in the same way a lonely heart
tells us the days of love full
of joy and happiness in the past.
Wednesday 6th April 2022 11:50 am
Oh, Poor Life!
Life is as tear drops of the morning.
When the sun throws its warm kiss
Away to the drop,
It becomes an invisible entity.
Friday 25th February 2022 12:39 pm
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