I was a happy spring tree until you came and make me shed my leaves ...
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Scintillate
PoetryThere's no life without some sparks. The spark of our words make us who we really are. Words may have souls. For it is the one which gives us happiness and pain as well.. And when these sparks are heightened with love, feelings and emotions, it ca...
Autumn sorrow
I was a happy spring tree until you came and make me shed my leaves ...
