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Jun 2020
Young trees herald
The ground above which they stand
Flowers lay strewn about
Soon the leaves will turn brown golden
As our love becomes barren and old
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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