Highest Rank #10 (19.11.2016)
Scribbling in the world of,
"Musings, Drama, Monochromes,
Confetti and few words sprinkled
with Stardust."
Metaphor Intended!
Compilation of poetic crisp tales.
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Gathering all those postcards bearing your name, I ran against the wind Through the pink lanes of that orchard! Under the sunset, and amidst of fallen leaves, I read each word of those letters This time with you Only to cherish each line with your expressions! Together we were immortal colour of that evening!
