Our Perceptions are Different โ POEM ๐๐ Azhar Nadeem
She says,
Dew on a rose-face evaporates;
Hues of a butterfly are bound to whither;
Tears have no recollection;
Our Perceptions are Different โ POEM ๐๐ Azhar Nadeem
She says,
Dew on a rose-face evaporates;
Hues of a butterfly are bound to whither;
Tears have no recollection;