In the white of winters, in the reds of seas a Swallow flies from the trees she relishes in sunshine like memories do in mine. The stars, the moon, the earth sob while she showers in mirth her heart full of numerous streams she flows from all the forest's dreams. Unknown she is for the storms that await, to swallow whole of her within. Ruthless tides form for the sailors that sail, takes the their oars to let the sailors fail. In the rains of monsoon, with the smell of waters in the wreath of flowers with fountains in numerous allures rises a dreamy duet of words. #wsscribblezone #wsquillnquarantine #aestheticthoughts #wslettertrap
