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Aug 2018
It is a Valley of Ghosts.
With imprints of lives
Frozened in it's space.
Let to sit and overgrown in time.
With all it's greens
And it's windy chimes.
The laughter and sighs
Of the magnificent climb,
Is what the mountain holds.
And every step of the way
Will be forever gold.
This is for Dzukho valley and it's mountain, which is situated in the Eastern most region of India. It is empty yet full with moments and natural splendors.
Leechingamba Khanganba
Written by
Leechingamba Khanganba  26/M/India
(26/M/India)   
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