The world is a place
Where voting rights only
Makes us equal.
Just see through
The hopefully things only
Everyday is our sequal.
Without your lovedones
Your eyes will carry
High waves .
Without your lovedones
Home turns into a room
Better known as caves.
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Author:
Aman. R (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2023 08:45
- Category: Nature
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