The orchestra of silence was playing in our vicinityWe enjoyed the taciturn colloquy in complete quietnessOur eyes were having a deep conversation not..
Crimson were her cheeks when he confessed his loveCrimson was her face out of the happiness he gave herCrimson were her hands when she applied hennaCr..
Like a blue lotus popping out of mudWith a genuine smile and happy eyes.Eyes which laugh but have so much to tellTo nobody worth listening to those wo..