Saturday, March 23rd, 2019
Seasons come and go
Life and Death happens
Like a rolling stone that gather no moss
Single ray of Hope
Urges the life to go on.
Hoping
Today,
Tomorrow
Or Some where in near future
The dreams come true!!!
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