The petals sway to the touch of the wind in a lulled way that only a heart can understand when its string’s been tugged by the sway of your voice those lyrics in between silences and the sound of your pen dancing in ink on pure white sheet
Samasya? Tapasya!
The petals sway to the touch of the wind in a lulled way that only a heart can understand when its string’s been tugged by the sway of your voice those lyrics in between silences and the sound of your pen dancing in ink on pure white sheet
