Faruk Ahmed Roni
The river flows, it moves so free,
Waves break the banks, they sing with glee.
Youth’s light will shine, it marks the way,
Ties that we form, both bright and gray.
Golden skies, where clouds will twirl,
A lonely duck begins to swirl.
On wings of hope, it glides and sails,
Yet pain will breathe through misty veils.
When seasons change,...
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