Tears, by sushil bansal |
The wind roars, through the oak trees, the clouds, scud across the sky, the maiden wanders, by the green strand. The waves, beat loudly, against the sea shore, while she sings out, into the dark night, her eyes are full of tears. |
Posted: 2010-03-09 13:18:51 UTC |
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