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Mohita S. Siddharth

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The brisk of dusk Glitter a yellow thing of moonlight, Draining some lilies in the green husk Night in an morning glimmered like night. Came a white moon in a morning hush, Lay on a black and liquid moonshine, Tulip at the host of Spanish touch Ploughing the path to the cool sunshine. This language of love is divine, serene yet it comes at a price so real pure love is absolutely valuable and not everyone can afford it. ©Mohita S. Siddharth The brisk of dusk Glitter a yellow thing of moonlight, Draining some lilies in the green husk Night in an morning glimmered like night. Cam

The brisk of dusk Glitter a yellow thing of moonlight, Draining some lilies in the green husk Night in an morning glimmered like night. Came a white moon in a morning hush, Lay on a black and liquid moonshine, Tulip at the host of Spanish touch Ploughing the path to the cool sunshine. This language of love is divine, serene yet it comes at a price so real pure love is absolutely valuable and not everyone can afford it. ©Mohita S. Siddharth The brisk of dusk Glitter a yellow thing of moonlight, Draining some lilies in the green husk Night in an morning glimmered like night. Cam

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Even the summer nights are very long, (Full piece in caption) Even the summer nights are very long, Ask the one, Who is deprived of sleep, Who doesn't have enough of meal, Who has gluttonously everythin

Even the summer nights are very long, (Full piece in caption) Even the summer nights are very long, Ask the one, Who is deprived of sleep, Who doesn't have enough of meal, Who has gluttonously everythin

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Eternity lies where the fragrance of home takes me to the stardust of your memories falling stars. Let it be me wishing for them? Rain on me. In the mirages of less travelled paths, be the scarlet! Let me write sonnets finding you in those lost lines, mi Amor! (Read Caption) I really want things to change like seasons. I want a little bit winter on my left shoulder, so when my nerves burn, I caress them without l

Eternity lies where the fragrance of home takes me to the stardust of your memories falling stars. Let it be me wishing for them? Rain on me. In the mirages of less travelled paths, be the scarlet! Let me write sonnets finding you in those lost lines, mi Amor! (Read Caption) I really want things to change like seasons. I want a little bit winter on my left shoulder, so when my nerves burn, I caress them without l