These rains. I hope they carry with them the songs of my desire and tales of my longing. Because even in this random breeze I want you to feel my soul and hold my hand. 

Its just a question of how far my message travels…

These rains. I hope they carry with them the songs of my desire and tales of my longing. Because even in this random breeze I want you to feel my soul and hold my hand. 

Its just a question of how far my message travels…

Posted 11 months ago & Filed under rains, fiction, breeze, 7 notes

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I love white curtains, paisley pillows and splashes of random colors. I read old, spineless books that smell of heritage. Life is a long long dance and we are just learning the quickstep.

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