In The Bosom Of Newness


no blanket of starry nights,  and I sleep in the bosoms of the void, with the hope sun will shine brighter, blazing rays and better insights. autonomous in my nous, chasing the wild goose,  coming to a standstill, smelling the new dew on the sill. arms wide open to welcome the unknown, and no way […]...

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Vaishali Adwant

blogs from Mumbai