Forlorn | Poetry | September 2021 | Anagha
The winds try in vain to blow off the light And the waters thatched in the cold Many lives passed through the eternal circle Yet my soul fails to circumvent and make it past the folds
The winds try in vain to blow off the light And the waters thatched in the cold Many lives passed through the eternal circle Yet my soul fails to circumvent and make it past the folds