As a brisk windFlipped through my reflective diaryAn Autumn leaf materializedupset and traumatizedDisturbed from its cocoonCrying "Save me"Save my soulThough I'm no more - Aara S Sharma
As a brisk windFlipped through my reflective diaryAn Autumn leaf materializedupset and traumatizedDisturbed from its cocoonCrying "Save me"Save my soulThough I'm no more
- Aara S Sharma