When the winter clouds become lovers,
the stars turn into silent witnesses, and
the moon gently wraps their love in its silver embrace…
even time pauses to write poetry, as though every heartbeat were a verse and every whisper a divine melody.
the stars turn into silent witnesses, and
the moon gently wraps their love in its silver embrace…
even time pauses to write poetry, as though every heartbeat were a verse and every whisper a divine melody.
itu palasu 
