SnipA Poem by nishantshah2381
Today,
I knocked the doors of Divinity, some rushes of blood , and some good old faith. I still see the halo, whispering my soul. Bewitched, strolling the distances and reaching fathomless sea, to grave the rues of past and cherish rhapsodic tale of time. © 2012 nishantshah2381Reviews
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