If my fantasies can’t be true, then they can’t be crumpled by you either. They are what they are and they grace me with their existence.
Tag: heart
On the walls of heart
The walls of heart are imprinted with thousands of words, some die out and some stay forever…
The Heart Of A Vagabond
Ere the peep of the day, When birds witness the daily suspense With a fiery endeavor to trace The swinging moods of weather. And to drink the… Read more “The Heart Of A Vagabond”