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That Morning Of July.

That Morning Of July.

A Poem by manish


Seemingly never ending and deep that is the way I usually sleep. The morning air was notoriously cold and provoking, I lay flat lazy and I thought a..
God's Gift

God's Gift

A Poem by manish


Golden hue of the new sun, sparkling dew droplets on the grass and leaves, Buzz of the bees, young little buds on the twigs and branches, green was ..