In every rose that blooms,
i feel d softness of ur lips;
our eyes was closed,
and d kiss was so deep...
I remember those days,
when we walked hand in hand.
drenched in rainwater...
and feet dipped in wet sand.
He handed over a glass of Thandai with a mischievous grin . As it went down my throat, a strange warmth spread through my body. Colors beca...
2 comments:
Good one bro :)
Can't see smriti s feedback on such a romantic thought :p
So romantic da
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