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Stories by Wayfarer
Hiding thunder
We can't predict the imagination of a child because it's 'Ad infinitum '.
In this poem a child standing outs...
In the dawn time
In our life we feel everyday as common and as usual but who knows which morning can change once life or mind...
🌨️Deep sadness of cloud 🌨️
My this poem 'Deep sadness of cloud' is alll about the black cloud who is crying because he is alone and nobo...