We three have been brachiating along the same rope. Sometimes with gladness, sometimes with regrets…
Tag: letter
Still a weaver
Your every effort to help me meet my present, is going in vain.
To a phantasmal face
What’s weird is that you never get out of my head, and what’s more weird is that I’m not sure if I love or hate you. You’re alive in my imagination, only with a hope, that you’ve a real replica of yours…
'The owl of Minerva' 