FORGOTTEN
Whistling of wind, rustling of maize leaves,
Forgotten were the mortal grieves.
Gloomy rain drop gently sliding the cheek, felt something new.
Falling in the meadow, laughing with greenish...
Forgotten were the mortal grieves.
Gloomy rain drop gently sliding the cheek, felt something new.
Falling in the meadow, laughing with greenish...