, . , . ,
One by one
Memories by past
Starts to unfold,
One by tone
Struggles for last
Losing to mold,
Piercing through bone
Bleeding behind cast
Death to hold!
, . , . ,
Jr.
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Poetry of Dreams
To Our Beloved
You came so little, Yet you became a big part of us. With your every little steps, You brought us the largest footprints to our hearts. Yo...
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