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Varna Salunke, 16 marca 2012

What I Leave!

I turned to take a glimpse
Of the state I leave behind,
To mutate my life and March forward
Towards a alien land, which may be unkind.
I just thwart my heart, to find
A land to harbor, to pay my hand.

I turned to take a glimpse
Of my beloved, to whom I say goodbye
And get my heart manacled (... więcej)