A bud unfolds itself, gradually with time and consideration the leaves enclose themselves, slowly during winters, The grass may contain dew, with a fountain of frost the ground may be wet, with the eternal bliss of morn And, thy eyes may remain dry but no there's no drought which the sensual rain of ink can't eradicate wholly, Yet, the parchments of yellow which lie on the floor may not be enough to swap the whole stain of ink, It's incomplete without you Akanksha ❤️ Font : Volkhov Italic Size : 5 #emma_scar #pennpopcorn #pairagraph #pnpquatrain #aestheticthoughts
