• akhilaroja 22w

    It's winter
    Wind howled,falling of silver flakes......
    Far away,
    she stood there like a black rose
    wrapped her beauty in all sadness
    she is not happy
    she crashed
    she fell
    she broke
    she hurt
    she cried
    But still she blooms
    Yes...she still blooms always.


    ©akhilaroja