Wednesday, September 6, 2017

They saw the hard
Rocks..
They left..
I carved it into
Fine stones...
And finally
I left.
Coz .. There are
Ones who
Dies for diamonds..
And I love
The dark hard rocks..
To carve it..To tune it.....
I love the
Dark heavy rocks

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