Tag: Prose


  • The Dance of Birth
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    The Dance of Birth

    It was a dance of bearing… It has been ages since he gave birth to a work of Art. It felt like his soul has withered long ago. & as days passed It felt like he lost his own worth… All the riches of the world would not matter if you lost the worth in…

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