Looking at me, you smiled;
The December wind rustled
The quietitude of the twelve am.
The psithuarism of my destruction
Chimed in the mess we had created.
-*-
Sangbad
12/19/2017
Hold Your Step Dear Traveler…–Michael Madhusudan Dutta
Looking at me, you smiled;
The December wind rustled
The quietitude of the twelve am.
The psithuarism of my destruction
Chimed in the mess we had created.
-*-
Sangbad
12/19/2017
that’s va lovely surprise for me Sangbad that it got you rethinking! its some deep thoughts on mess. I think I’d like love after its over. loving someone never takes anything away from us but makes our soul stronger
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