barely hanging on to the promise of a full bloom, my fluid soul reflects strange shapes in keen darkness…what makes you glow sweet promise of a flower? could it perhaps be strange lights from conceptually fruity machines?
It is my belief that you Prashant are able to find poetry in every single thing there is to see, to feel, to be and I am grateful to you for that! 🙂
What a strange world we live in! You have brought a smile to my face. Thank you Prashant.
It’s a pleasure! Smiles are beautiful…how they measure perfectly with tears…
It is my belief that you Prashant are able to find poetry in every single thing there is to see, to feel, to be and I am grateful to you for that! 🙂