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Epitaph
This night I fall from the ever tree, to the swirling depths of the tireless spring; and beckoning call of solitude plays, a sweet tune that haunts my resting place.
This night I fall from the ever tree, to the swirling depths of the tireless spring; and beckoning call of solitude plays, a sweet tune that haunts my resting place.
Beautiful
''Some people say that I must be a terrible person, but it’s not true. I have the heart of a young boy in a jar on my desk'' -Stephen King
wow, i have a poem having the same name. there is also an interesting thing.... can you get that?
best of luck!
Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon