Gust of wind blowing the door wide open.
Sighs of aggrieved souls are gathered into clouds with utmost desire to fall silently for the cause, whispered to her ears, weighing beauty craved by shallows.
Knots of miseries springing up one after another.
The Nerves has begun to mushroom with the taste of you and dwarfed the feelings of all griefs & miseries endured.
Swirling flakes tickling her cheeks passing through the watered eyes and hugged feets carry the message to the cherished province that “She Trusts”…❤️
Eternity 