Leave your footprints among the white clouds.
Smile at the sun, and let your skin shine under its warm embrace.
Sing a song with a group of sparrows, fly away with them.
Let your tender giggles fill up the sky when the blowing wind approaches you for a dance.
Share your grief with the moon, and later, play hide and seek with the stars.
The world is sad, my friend.
It's very sad.
And the blue colour of the sky is a clear reflection of tears.
All of our tears.
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The Untold Stories.
Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
