Random thoughts

A short haul seems like the carriage has become stagnant,
The horses have been misled,
They miss the gentle caress, and small talks,
Those eyes in which they shared talks,
The path seems wavery,
Less troden,
Yet,
The world has been to verify the same path,
Greens are covered with snow,
The blood trickling in the corner,
The deforestation leads to murder,
And the white pale is red

Written by HemaSanghavi. Contact for any work.

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