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I stood at the window, Looking over our farmland. A blue sky resting above The restless green fields. The old mango tree nearby Suddenly made me wander. What if the feeling grows like roots Deep, strong, and impossible to pull out? So before my feelings Could learn your name, Before they wander too far Into the open and restless fields, I stepped back slowly And closed the window.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 11:58 PM UTC
The window
I stood at the window, Looking over our farmland. A blue sky resting above The restless green fields. The old mango tree nearby Suddenly made me wander. What if the feeling grows like roots Deep, strong, and impossible to pull out? So before my feelings Could learn your name, Before they wander too far Into the open and restless fields, I stepped back slowly And closed the window.
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Sonu_Tyro
25/M/India
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 11:58 PM UTC
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