First to Last,
all I find around, in
state of gloomy.
He gone where?
Alive? Nay dying
a little by little.
Again stations passes by,
celebrating funeral unknowingly,
standing facing the land.
Innocent Kids, O Yellow Flowers !
He's behind Her;
Alive; Sharada starts smoothly.
Travelogue
30-12-2004 ; 03:00 pm - 03:40pm
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