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A DYING SOUL
As it was raining smooth the smell of muddy soil spreaded all around the garden and leaves of trees just hugging the water droplets hailing from sky like a river grabs delta. And the old man was considering himself to sleep in peace underneath the mud.
The old man with bunch of rose colored like burnig star in his hand standing alone and letting him went wet, looking at grave, laying down his soul in the grave, now she can feel the air turned rosy and the rain looks really don't want her wife to feel the tears of the old man just to keep his soul always happy.
It seems like an easy scene
But no one had ever seen.
The seed of pain of losing was planted at the beginning.
And it have grown up now.
I remember you told me
After darkest night there will be bright morning.
© Bapan-Ray
The old man with bunch of rose colored like burnig star in his hand standing alone and letting him went wet, looking at grave, laying down his soul in the grave, now she can feel the air turned rosy and the rain looks really don't want her wife to feel the tears of the old man just to keep his soul always happy.
It seems like an easy scene
But no one had ever seen.
The seed of pain of losing was planted at the beginning.
And it have grown up now.
I remember you told me
After darkest night there will be bright morning.
© Bapan-Ray
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