Each page dyed With thoughts smeared with star dust Each verse constructed with, Meticulously chiselled sentences...✍ Drown into this mesmerizing ocean, From which, You won't want to rise whatsoever.☺ To be formal: A poet isn't a person itself. She is a pile of pages , her veins...
You can be free of doubt that this is imaginary tale isn't an as usual conventional yarn,that is filled with pages,implausible ,in place of content, sensible...It is one,which is bound to inspire the reader and to help the reader make ,life,a masterpiece,inspite if all hardships posed by the biggest challenge, LIFE.. ...