Pilgrims
I sprayed the
dark sky with million stars, for you..
And found you
scared in the dim light of an old lantern..
A prisoner to
your own thoughts
Stuck in a space
of emptiness..
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In an age in which the roots of goodness and relationships are getting detached, I thank God for permitting me to witness the sweetness... -
She was a singer, a composer, a poet. But no one knew her name and she never got any fame. She tuned her thoughts and hummed them as song...
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While the DELF classes were going on, Sangamithra volunteered to write French vocabulary on the long white board. In her small, neat handwr...
Beautiful words, Sindhu! Thankyou for a compliment to my capture:)
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