Pardoning the memories of flower's smell The colour of that wall and those lovely stairs It ultimately tends to zero and turns to infinity That curve makes the shape of you Shivering thunder and the heartbeat storms Pardoning the memories with a little tong.♥️
Ye udaan hai ek nayi soch ki, ummed bhi hai usse bahut badi, har pal khubsurat hoga, बीज bhi daali hai usse baat ki, sayad ek Parinda aayega, aur yeha apna ghar banayega... Yehi hai ummed uss nayi soch ki.