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Jun 2021
The golden hues in autumn,
sheds down in the cold.
With an enduring hope,
it's spring again.
But with the unsaid goodbyes,
grief lingers.

-Gopika Krishna
Written by
Gopika Krishna  26/F/Cochin
(26/F/Cochin)   
521
   Benzene
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