• anuragbeast 10w

    The hurricane of love

    She’s was like a sonnet, draped in a million colours
    Who painted the soaring deserts and virgin jungles alike
    Wherever she went she fearlessly spread her love
    And even in the blue moon days, she knows how to put up a fight
    Whenever I read her verses,
    I can feel the flavours of the seasons she travelled to reach me
    I read her each night before I close my tired eyes
    So that in our dreams, I can rest in peace.