There he lay, on the wet concrete,
Red amongst the brown ground,
Tears still stained his pale cheeks,
As the orange cones placed around.
The peter- pater of the rain,
Rhythm with the cries of them all,
One moment he was here,
One moment he was gone.
Man...........Diwali vacations are ending tomorrow and I'm still not ready for school
Kill me now💔🥲
