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Sep 2020
Out in the woods as I walk,
Senseless time had passed,
Watching the leaves fell on the feet,
Green has turned into black,
So much trunk, all around me,
No one else there to be seen,
How did I end up so much deep?
Only the dream could tell,
I wish only the dream could tell.
M Srisaravana
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M Srisaravana  31/M/Sri Lanka
(31/M/Sri Lanka)   
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