A blog with known words. |
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It is a blog where I share my thoughts with you. I try to tell you how Bengal people can write a bit. What is the magic behind it? This is the most important question. These are logically described in this blog post. I hope you will enjoy it very much. |
The Winter Days Silvern Winter flakes are drifting; Silent blanket covers found, Cold airs kiss my nose, Long shapes stretch beyond the snow: The whole world waits for the spring. Lines: 5 Prompt ▶︎ |