Valley bounty with apples. Fresh, ripe, sweet. Green and red. With this fresh wind singing tales of adventure, valley echoing untold poems, rivers telling bards of far off caves, pastures waving at u, mountains enticing u to explore their curves.
I still feel uneasy. I realise apple a day keeps doc away. And u r the apple of my eye. Staying away from u, has left me connection less.
I wanna return to the garden of abode and take a bite of u.
Wednesday, 15 May 2019
Bheeg Lu Aaj Mai Tere Baarish Mai
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