The clouds seemed far away,my longing to be up there,never surcease.I sat there,my leg dangling in the water,my reflection,strung to a garland of roses,that image, pierced and beautified,never away.To the fluffy white, I prayedbut instead all they did,was to tell me a story,in their own way.I never understood at first,how the story changes,and then IContinue reading “Strings..”

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