Every morning you call to me.Long after the leaves have fallen,you still cometo perch on thorny branches.Today your songis a reproach:tsk, tsk.
I couldn’t sleep again.I rise from bed,my hip achingand watch you pick your way,through frozen tufts of grass.Your red does not fade.I want to be like youand never lose my appetite for morning.
arun is online
gulab is online
rehan is online
Shivansh is online
Mahipal is online
Sonu is offline
Musab is offline
Laden is offline
bharat is offline
Dileep is offline
Munna is offline
Rahul is offline
geeta is offline
kamal is offline
vishav is offline
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