Bouquet of epiphanies, collection of intricate emotional nuances and not to mention the sweet but bitter experiences. In the words of my heart I would say these writings are tender bare feelings dusted with flakes of creativity.

As we walked down the Lane



As we walked down the lane you leaned on my shoulder, whispering very mildly how warm you were even in the pale cold night.

 The shine of the moonlight seemed enchanting as I saw it's gleam on your water soaked eyes. 

The night sky did paint my emotions plain and bare on the canvas the stars and moon rested.
 
The air was filled with the silent notes of your laughter which resonated with the melody my heart played time and again.

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