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Memories of Winter

I walk around an unknown town, Seeing strangers pulling on their coats To cover their drowsing arms Stuttering to keep the cold winds on their skin But where...

Freedom

O bulbul, let the freedom urge possess your soul! Bid good bye to your cage, step out, Gather your flowers and enjoy their bloom! Speak out bold...

My Bench Is in the First Row

  My bench is in the first row. That’s just beneath the teacher’s nose. Her eyes are on me, glued. She watches everything I do. I raise my hand,...

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