A lonely soul treads on the street cultivating the sweet pain of defunct love; like a solitary artist, he rambles through the alleys of the city
She came out from the cocoon of the accepted designated roles of women and marched forward to live an extraordinary life.
A lonely soul treads on the street cultivating the sweet pain of defunct love; like a solitary artist, he rambles through the alleys of the city
You muttered, “Full Stop,” I echoed, “Rest in Peace,”
She came out from the cocoon of the accepted designated roles of women and marched forward to live an extraordinary life.
