His Love, Her Play
Her hero never returned
Circle of Life
Old Man's Branch
I am a Prostitute, Sir !
A Mother's Wait
Life's a Rented Home
Old Man's Branch
It was just a wooden branch
For him his walking stick
His only support when world left him
His last happiness.

It was a just a wooden branch
For him his reminder of the world
His only reason to exist
His last smile.

It was just a wooden branch
For him his precious gift from stranger
His only sensation he can feel
His last hope.
© Oshit Kul Ratan,
книга «Uncanny Words of a Broken Heart».
I am a Prostitute, Sir !
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