When we meetI don’t want it to beA fancy restaurant or noisy cafeI will fail to look inside your soulor hear your heart out Let’s meet somewhere on earthwith limitless sky or an endless Oceanin frontwith you & your words… Continue Reading →
On a freezing night my hands, cold like a frozen milk my head, a burden resting on body yearns for a warm shoulder I look at youuuu so gorgeous stretching her hand towards mine holding whole universe in her eyes… Continue Reading →
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