It was the fountain who sang -
It's fine, dear.
You won't be hurt, here.
Don't you ever fear,
Cause, you'll be safe and sound
In my arms....
And, I'm so glad that I believed.
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Remainders
PoetryA collection of poetry about the leftovers of human feelings. _____________________________________________ ** No part of this book should be copied or published anywhere else.** © Ipsita Mitra Pupu _____________________________________________ ✷All...
