....if only she read my letters.
The war was raging fiercely, and the gloomy streets looked deserted.
It seemed like a visit to arena of desolation; a sojourn to the realm of oblivion.
Their hearts were strong, so strong to bend.
The callous wall of separation stood firmly between them as they longed to see each other again. Was it really an act of nature or self inflicted problem?...
It seemed like a visit to arena of desolation; a sojourn to the realm of oblivion.
Their hearts were strong, so strong to bend.
The callous wall of separation stood firmly between them as they longed to see each other again. Was it really an act of nature or self inflicted problem?...