• bishalsureka 4w

    Yes it fell down,the longer i try to hold,everything just fell,it was like the autum winds so calm yet it took away the leaves,the pen thought to slide and glide with the thoughts amidst her,but the ink fell and bloated the paper,was it a remark or a stain to change?
    I still believe it as a beautiful creature in them,
    Was it all the mirage or an ode to happiness, for short it calmed the blood drenched carvness and for the last time it shattered in pieces just to see how beautiful different broken patterns lit...