Footsteps echoed,
as I travelled barefeet,
along the valleys,
crossing river beds,
searching for my origin
in the feet of holy mountains.
But I returned empty-handed
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Falling Petals
Poetry"Love never stays, but it lives in the pages of books which hold ink in their spaces" -DishaDahiya Live the love you get, once and for all. because you do not know, when it leaves you. The petals of this flower called love fall really quick, and you...
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Footsteps echoed,
as I travelled barefeet,
along the valleys,
crossing river beds,
searching for my origin
in the feet of holy mountains.
But I returned empty-handed
