Leaves were falling apart from its body and dancing along the wind not knowing where it will land, streets were dry and sky looking down saying 'Behold this is the time to pluck the leaves, and blow the wind.' howling of dogs and cars zooming across the park a woman gently says rubbing her hand on the womb 'Be still its not the time, you don't have to roll in my belly'..........to be continued....
Hi I'm Thinley Wangchuk. I'm doing bacholar in education at Samtse College.
