As a child I used to hear,There are wings inside you my dear,And innocently I‘d struggle to find,No wings just my little hands to bind.But I now …
Nature’s Agony…
Going through the woods, Seeing Beauty of the Forest,Roaming free the Wind, Said subtly to the forest,“The beauty u possess, is a Gift from me,”
Absence Makes Heart Grow Fonder
We always try to understand relationships. They have always been the object of our incomprehension. How much can you stretch?