Even today there is your fragrance like soil in my life.
Whenever I get wet, the fragrance of your memories comes to me.
And whenever I collect this wet soil of memories
So every time your picture is created
When I look at it for a while and take care of it
So this picture of yours floats in the tears of eyes.
And I want so much to stop this flowing picture.
But seeing the picture flowing, my life seems to stop.
About the Creator
Vichaar
of these thoughts that human has become the most important species in the world, it is these thoughts that have made man the son of God or the son of Satan, therefore whatever your thoughts may be, they are important.
I am write my thoughts
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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