Stay a little bit
Longer, I had said.
She smiled,
Warm like winter noon,
And had said s’thing, but,
Morning memory of once
Has lose its voice.
Hold Your Step Dear Traveler…–Michael Madhusudan Dutta
Stay a little bit
Longer, I had said.
She smiled,
Warm like winter noon,
And had said s’thing, but,
Morning memory of once
Has lose its voice.
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