Their paths met Many years ago, A long walk Now hands sweat Grip loosens The road diverged.    

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The Boy

In the by lanes of the terror capital, There is a dusty ground. I saw a small boy playing with marbles Surprisingly he made no sound. He must be nearly six years old The baby look persisted His face was round with a button nose And his eyes glowed bright. There was a speck of... Continue Reading →

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