on my painful way,

i stumble and stumble,

I wake and see the starry sky,

I laugh or grumble.

and every time I groan,

Yet I walk and walk,

still I'm in maze,

wheather I have a home..

◄ In Praise of Your Glance

Wither ►


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Taylor Crowshaw

Mon 15th Oct 2018 16:31

Like it Avishek..?

<Deleted User> (19836)

Mon 15th Oct 2018 15:02

Nice one! Thought provoking!

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