Celebrating the Yearning
The awaiting hearts of singing souls
The breeze of chillness,
Brushes away fallen lush,
Leaving longing prints.
About the Creator
Parvathi J
Through my pages, I find the quiet complexities of pain dwelling in a solitary space, burdening life’s endless demands, and unburdening the voiceless noise.
Witnessing the questioning, I speak the deeper silence of my voice.
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Ooh "fallen lush" I love that!
Oh wow, I loved this so much, especially the last line@