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.
That morning after a moonless night. Only to wake up to steamy window panes Her fragrance from her locks Her fingers running on my sternum And her lined eyes talking to mine with all the curves on the lips.
I had caged a magic.
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