• sargam7bliss 10w

    Things around me change;
    From the golden sunshine of summers to the glistening white snow of winters
    By the invisible wand I hold
    Oblivious of my abilities and my insecurities profound, I stand still in the storm looking
    For a cure, my eyes closed I try to defend, here I fall, accepted into the autumn leaves tinted orange,
    I open eyes to perceive rain