
Her face, worn and pale, flickered
When the distant echo of laughter
From those children, swathed in wool
And gathered round embers of charcoal,
Warmed, in her heart, a perpetual winter
~ Akanksha Gupta

Her face, worn and pale, flickered
When the distant echo of laughter
From those children, swathed in wool
And gathered round embers of charcoal,
Warmed, in her heart, a perpetual winter
~ Akanksha Gupta
That’s beautiful poetry! π
Welcome back….hope your exams went well!
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Thank you π
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Beautiful.
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Thank you
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