
Blessed be the gusts,
for dead trees shall dance unclothed,
to thy forceful songs.
.
Cheemnonso™

Blessed be the gusts,
for dead trees shall dance unclothed,
to thy forceful songs.
.
Cheemnonso™

stray strands of Luna,
swirling in the milky way,
tastes like honeymoon.
.
Cheemnonso™