Sunday, September 7, 2025

Imprisoned Souls Comments

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Now, the silence of Hemanta (autumn) whispers softly, saying, 'Go.'
I've been thinking, when winter comes, I'll come to you.
You love the cold, I am your summer.
Will winter ever come, Manvika?
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Md Fazlul karim
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