Feb 2019
Leaves were falling from the tree of pear,
She was still waiting for them.
No one cared about her, listened her,
At the last, the young ones lost a gem.
She was still waiting for them.
No one cared about her, listened her,
At the last, the young ones lost a gem.
Quatrille on mother who is leaving in oldage home
(15/F)
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