The poet in her had made its first foray! The poet in her had made its first foray!

" Love is not always as beautiful as penned by the poets and dreamt by the lovers......" " Love is not always as beautiful as penned by the poets and dreamt by the lover...

Nice Nice

And now you foresee me here, in this junction. And now you foresee me here, in this junction.

Some that make me one when I find pieces of myself..!! Some that make me one when I find pieces of myself..!!

Where I always want to reach. Where I always want to reach.