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.
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
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.