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An apple fell, Newton saw, Gravity was born. A flower fell, Ashan saw, A poem was born. A lot of liv…
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An apple fell, Newton saw, Gravity was born. A flower fell, Ashan saw, A poem was born. A lot of liv…
When winter walks with silver feet, The world grows hushed, the air turns sweet. A breath of frost o…
When winter walks with silver feet, The world grows silent the air turns sweet. A breath of ice cube…
This poem explores the emotional cost of war, focusing on loss, fear, and the lasting pain experienc…