• agrani 6w

    The love dusted in a serene peace,
    Green leaves turning gold
    And building a rose,
    Habitual living is changing,
    Time is getting lost,
    Every second making butterflies,
    Eyes wandering in the lust,
    Finding the miracles happening
    Somewhere in the streets behind,
    Heart in the cage is got stole
    By the theif i know,
    To whom i love the most.
    ©agrani