When the rain falls, it sings a melody of renewal, each drop a note in nature’s symphony. The wind, in its gentle caress, whispers prayers to the universe, carrying hopes and dreams on its breath. Your name, a delicate resonance, echoes like the strings of a sitar, weaving a tapestry of sound. Your soul, a sculpture in the color of marble, stands timeless and strong. My tear holds within it the essence of a dream, a drop of water that carries the weight of longing. In the streets, where every step is a honeymoon, the naked night becomes a pathway, … Continue reading Holy love