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Walk over the stone wall

I remember that never ending walk over the stone wall Somewhere nigh the border of my country and another one A tall, long, uneven stone wall And blisters on my feet My brothers led the way but they were far ahead A gloomy day, pregnant with moisture As we made our way to the crocodile… Continue reading Walk over the stone wall

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There's a crack in the stained glass panes in the old, ancestral home. Her staircases of old wood still stand guard, weary yet awake, waiting for some semblance of lost time to run up towards the double-doored rooms, that now house only an essence of thick, perfumed English coats, gramophones, sitars, records, books, antiques and… Continue reading Home