Miles crossed the wired fence and settled himself on a bench in an abandoned park which overlooked the graveyard. He had a soggy sandwich in one hand and soda in other. He ate while the river was gushing behind him when, he heard something strange. Someone was crying. Curiosity took over him and he setContinue reading “OldTown-1”
Monthly Archives: September 2020
The First Rain
The first drop drips on a leafThe sky and the land meet,The smell of wet grass and mudThe beautiful growing bud,All feels the magicalWith the first rainHot cup of tea and a book by your side,When the clouds fill the sky,Drip-drip it rains,Doesn’t stop till days,All feels the magicalWith the first rain
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