• innate_look_vidhyaanbu 5w


    We fly like a shattered pollen,
    Waiting to hold our stolen.

    We cry like a mysterious Nightingale,
    Longing to meet our heart's mingle.

    At one time,
    Nature conceal us with seasons.
    The next time,
    Nature shape us into swarms.

    Nature espy our beauty into fragments,
    for you to pomp our soleness.