• saanvishandilya 9w

    Crescent devotion to this glacial breeze
    To beget a bard in this skin
    And how it flattered the blood
    To dulcify the colour of empyrean

    My heart is chorussing a ballad
    Thus the lips essaying to sing
    As i hear a sound of clarion voice
    Mumbling in the woods to begin.

    These papers have turned into flowers
    And my mind is now like a bee
    We collide in a garden of an exclusive love
    Feels like a soul with separate skin.



         Saanvi sandilya
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