A power comes
Soul flies,
Body mixes
With dusts,
We call it
D E A T H.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 01/02/2017
A power comes Soul flies, Body mixes With dusts, We call it D E A T H.
By death our souls fly away and body mixes with dusts, great and true write,10
A power comes Soul flies, Body mixes With dusts, We call it D E A T H. extraordinary piece of poetry, thanks
A power comes Soul flies, Body mixes , With dusts, We call it D E A T H.
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