• sakshidhar 6w

    On somedays I hold on to the thoughts of downs in my life,
    When the leaves and raindrops whisper of the way things used to be,
    When the blue sky speaks of the almosts and the uncertainties,
    When the smell of the grass sinks and beats with my heart,
    Making me yearn for these explicit desires,
    Only Until the darkness consumes me in a hope again.