N. A. Foy
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Grasping the Remains of a DreamA Poem by N. A. FoyA breeze blows across the lonely field, Sweeping up ashes and burnt grass remains. Once children used to play here: Now, nothing but desolate.. |
N. A. Foy
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Grasping the Remains of a DreamA Poem by N. A. FoyA breeze blows across the lonely field, Sweeping up ashes and burnt grass remains. Once children used to play here: Now, nothing but desolate.. |
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