@Shailaishrah 12 October 2020

Letter

The wind is blowing in the island area at night If the stalks are breaking in a rage, the burning of a stone covered beehive has taken form of the nature, Your dress will not get wet in that water, come at night and go at night. The two foxes in the forest are no longer there that night Now spread the cheeks that have turned red in shame Spread the shield alone on the fence of island Your dress will not get wet in that water, come at night and go at night. ★*Thanks For Reading★* *★If you like my poem then Don't forget to give like and comments Because your comments encourage me lot★*