A feather to write you letters.
Saving your scent on my old scarf.
The last leaf of our summer will soon fall to ground this winter.
The feeling of liberosis.
The message remains in a bottle.
n still waters of the ocean and tsunamis in my heart.
-Anecdotes from sakheeg
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Life.
PoetryThis isn't a story. Just a compilation of my favorites! All the credits to respective people.
