When winter comes,and follows with it the coldly sigh; even the Eagles shall fall from the skies they fly fly so...
Metaphorical Irony

So many shoulders to rest our head,but none to pat ours.Trees full of branches,but leaves only on one.Finger licking delicious,but pepper is...

This is me

parameswaran   Feb 15, 19   

Once amidst a dark night I was strolling along the aisleAs I could hear bats flutter and cherish the moonlightThe ground was all wet as it had rained all...