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Untold Stories

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Now and then I wash upon

The shores of untold stories,

Begging to be told.

And as I crashed

Upon this sandy shore

Of a broken pair of lovers

I tried my best to cling onto

And grab as many grains as I could.

Before the waves pulled me back again

And the story faded away.

– Zeeshan Amit, The Olive Grove : https://olivegrovefacingthesea.wordpress.com

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