• mrigashree_b 9w

    You have never known how precious you are; as precious as the purest crystals the earth can bear. As the diary flips the pages, your sketches are displayed drawn with fine perfumed ink despite the tears of grief that tangles my day with a wierd fear. The spilled words have no expectations that one day you will realise.. all it has is a prayer that there is no day seeing you for the last time. To the Jasmine of my time- most delicate to handle yet gifted with the sweetest aroma to render, the letters confessed again like the evening past a month.