A tender, soft leaf once I was
Sprouting from bud I was watching beautiful nature
Soft sun shone on me
And rain drops drenched me much
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last age of winter blinks here catches every veins with whom I was near not far but everything was fair for the spring everything was on departure ........................ nicely crafted on base of monologue.
A wonderful, poem in saddest backgroun