Childhood - Poem by RUBAB ATWAL
I know what I have with me today
it is the most precious thing in the whole world
I even know that this beautiful road with flowers
will turn into a fragile road with intricate sands
these lively hills will become big stultifying mountains
I have realized everything I have is going to be gone someday.
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