The road winds its way through soft whispers of cashmere the mist swirls and fades struggling to catch up with you.. Smiling, you turn the corner.
The road winds its way through soft whispers of cashmere the mist swirls and fades struggling to catch up with you.. Smiling, you turn the corner.
I catch you playing hide and seek in filigree taking me to nights long gone nights soaked in wild jasmine and whispering moonlit madness
The sun plunges into the water at Oban undaunted by the fiery sea the orb does not care that I am not there.
ipsita banerjee 