I THOUGHT THAT THE DAY WAS DONE
BUT THE TWIG FELL OUT OF THE TREE.....
THE MORNING CREEPED OUT OF A BLANKET OF FOG
AND TURNED INTO MEMORIES......
BUT THE TWIG FELL OUT OF THE TREE.....
THE MORNING CREEPED OUT OF A BLANKET OF FOG
AND TURNED INTO MEMORIES......
oh its so eliot n so unlike eliot! bhishon bhishon shundor!
ReplyDeletethanx shayeri!!
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