Hot breeze flows through the window
Taking off half my breath
I keep imagining things
That are never going to happen.
Warmth of the sun falls overs my face
I didn't stir but gazed.
Looking out through window
I still keep pondering things..
Hours later,I realize
Imagination is both
My strength and weakness.
~AarthiNagesh
Taking off half my breath
I keep imagining things
That are never going to happen.
Warmth of the sun falls overs my face
I didn't stir but gazed.
Looking out through window
I still keep pondering things..
Hours later,I realize
Imagination is both
My strength and weakness.
~AarthiNagesh
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