When I miss you
I’m dried up,
In the sky melt
My magic dreams.
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Soft like dew but sharp like cry to penetrate.... Doubt dug out My strength and roots. Magnificent. Sometimes truth is such hard which makes us stop to reward the memory line again. Thank you for sharing. Regards, pranab.
beautiful ink.there is love and emotion and flow is so smooth.loved it.