In this piece a romantic night owl articulates her love for the night and the way with the setting sun, the land of dreams and fantasy wakes up. It raises some questions and answers some.
Category Archives: First love
A tryst in epistles
A free verse poem threading the allure of a crimson rose and the ecstasy of New born love together 🥀❤️
Roads Not Taken🍁🍂🍀 