The seesaw weeds wavering onto the paras of memories,
Some with awe of classy days, some shades of dunes of pine trees,

As hearts go gaga lips tightening a forbidden saga laced with a mist of hush relation, hovering mending fulfilling daisy of dashes confessions making her supremacy of praises beauty not the slavery of ages, their serendipity making chains of butterflies of feels, cherishing intertwined tangled gushing in...