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Small leaves blown by a cold wind scutter over stone. Linen cool under my hand, and the door ajar to ease his passing. This is his new address, where forever he will be unreachable. Traveller, if you pass this place, be gentle, he is resting here. |
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Small leaves blown by a cold wind scutter over stone. Linen cool under my hand, and the door ajar to ease his passing. This is his new address, where forever he will be unreachable. Traveller, if you pass this place, be gentle, he is resting here. |
ramesh gandhi