Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
Secrets whispered beneath sparkling splendors, Stinging reminiscences of sultry summers, silken spells, Silent songs; Savoring the scabs.
Linking with Blogging from A to Z Challenge : April 2014
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.