satishverma
When Time Flies
Category: /General/
(171 views)
0
A windless kite was
wavering, like a prayer in sky without
words. Would you come to see me?
How do we shake
hands without fingers.? Can you
write your name on wet sands?
O diva, the road stops
here and thereafter is deep gorge.
At the bottom you stand waving.
Favorite Favorite Comment Comment Share Share
Report an item by sharing it with support.
© individual authors and creators. Create, Share and Profit at etastic.com.