let it free, breathing the fresh air of admiration from the admirers,
let it free, enjoying such warm sunlight smile, Let it free and blossom whenever some silly winds trying to enchant it, make it float like ice cream in chocolate fudge.
bittersweet and inviting…. Always a risk of broken, yes very true. Very True. but isn’t time the finest healer? let the time mend the broken heart, for not only time can heal it perfectly, but also able to make it more prudent, charming and shining. Then at one certain day, there will be one certain wind, one which is the toughest among all, one who comes with only one will, to scoop it over the moon, and make a happily ever after of it. forever… forever…forever
Pratita V. Kusuma