Why didn't the wind take me with it?
Why was I left behind? Still. Alone.
There's nothing but calm around me,
In the middle of nowhere, with no one my own
I wait for so long,
On this path with stones and dust
I feel myself grow weak,
I'll see my end, if I must
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Another lovely pic by Leo ( https://www.facebook.com/imchandu/photos, http://clicksclub.weebly.com/ ) and I penned down this...hope you guys like it...55 Fiction after a long time :)
