NO LIFE WITHOUT YOUR OCCURRENCE

Stepping through the garden, There was a sudden storm and rainfall, The trees were bend and bow, All the leaves lost there life and fall down, The flora and fruits turned pale, The grass were turned into brown, The rose plant consisted only of thorns, The owls started to cry, The dog’s shout made me fear, The moon covered itself on the backside of clouds, The benches which we sat upon had no shine, The shadow of mine made me to hesitate, The steps which we put as one were been ruined since the… More information...

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