Anathema! Anathema!! Anathema!!! deafening screams waging war, define me if you would, it’s my word against theirs.
Month: March 2018
Love Speaks
Love peeps from the door left ajar, silver lining it seems for a life gone sore, nudge off the cliff of despair to a blanket of hope slather by men, like a feel of Grishneshwar temple drop.