Stumbled--1
Here it comes again,
the strange through my heart,
stealing my garden of pain,
And gazing to melt my stoned heart
Lies behold, this narrow me
forgotten in the woods , that sad song of thee
the place where i stood firmly once
I found it again, nowhere else......
Copyright © Jaanam Pokhrel | Year Posted 2013
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