“Sir, would you like to know your day? What your fate holds for you today? I will tell you what the stars want to tell you and you can avoid all the obstructions to reach zenith. Come to me”,...
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From the overgrown fern in the backyard, To the hanging picture on my wall, The uprooted half withered tree, The broken rope of swing, Dusted yet mud swallowed, In the barks of the fell ones, The bird searched for its nest, Crying, Flying, But it could not see which I can, A new bud blossoms on the horizon, Drenched in the rays, whose...
