Memories laden wind usually prevails when my feet cross the old bridge.

An aromatic bliss hover throughout the region. Something want to nudge my soul.
Do braided tighten with colourful ribbons. A sweet charming smiles scattering few yellowish flavours to sunflower, the envy of her.

Hands Full of Cherished Balloon getting higher with the lovedrogen gas filled up.
Something unnatural occurs when i cross the old bridge.

– Misra Raahul

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