I called him last night as ticking of clocks and amusing clouds were not enough to leave a teardrop on my skin, as the salmon pink of sky was not enough to drown me into the drunk sunlight, as the origami airplane had refused to hover with your poems in the sky. (Read the caption) I called him last night as ticking of clocks and amusing clouds were not enough to leave a teardrop on my skin, as the salmon pink of sky was not enough to drown me into the drunk sunlight, as the origami airplane had refused to hover with your poems in the sky. Or may be,
