• anjithasankar 46w

    She was once a shining damsel who floats like a swan upon the orange valley.The hue reflects on her eyes show the whole universe as a setting sky. The waterfall showers with her celestial smile. She awaits besides the olive tree to hear the song that flows from the western prairie hill covered by the misty milkyway. Her touch made the wild magical......The time moves..all get started vague and vague..disappeared ...as the time demands..But two lines from that song, still in her heart , she can hear as her breath flows..those two lines...infinite...
    ©anjithasankar