Travelling miles from the crowd I sat on a stone. That was a season for deciduous trees, Everyone overlooked my presence As if I was a roadside stone. I found the stone much stable and confessed: They left the eyes which wanted to see them happy. They left a pair of hands which prayed to […]
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