Prakash

Two devils, one candle. A match made in a hell

Photo by Rishabh Dharmani on Unsplash

My love is sad,
just like the moon,
it shines from afar with a cold blue light.

My love is cold,
like the wind on an autumn day,
blowing through trees and forgotten gardens.

My love is strong,
like the mountains that stand tall and proud,
their peaks sticking into the sky…

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Prakash

Prakash

A writer who loves to share thoughts on various topics like technology, social media, culture, and more.