“All things hang like a drop of dew Upon a blade of grass”. W B Yeats A lush and fertile patch of grass shivered in the breeze, sighing blissfully. Fully exposed to the benevolent sun and enriched by the timely monsoons, the grass grew to a staggering height, accommodating countless creatures great and small. Nothing, … Continue reading The Grass by Novid Shaid
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