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The busy road now lay deserted And the pavements unkempt. Not a soul could be found Treading its once proud lanes. The houses were mostly in ruins Its inhabitants nowhere to be seen. The untidy lawns a symbol Of all that had been lost. An eerie silence settled over the place, Only to be broken by the Rumbling of the leaves and The whistling of the trees.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
The Whistling of the Trees
The busy road now lay deserted And the pavements unkempt. Not a soul could be found Treading its once proud lanes. The houses were mostly in ruins Its inhabitants nowhere to be seen. The untidy lawns a symbol Of all that had been lost. An eerie silence settled over the place, Only to be broken by the Rumbling of the leaves and The whistling of the trees.
abhijit
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Indian
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
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