May 2018
There is beauty in the failure of words-
Like the withering leaves on an autumnal eve.
For what the best words fail to deliver-
Are the most precious things that we feel.
Like the withering leaves on an autumnal eve.
For what the best words fail to deliver-
Are the most precious things that we feel.
(24/M/New Delhi, India)
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