He sat,on the swing. As he played the flute. A foot step was heard. As she came closer. His face bloomed into smile. You are here,he said, without looking back.. But who am I? He smiled,closing his eyes.. My beloved..
He sat,on the swing. As he played the flute. A foot step was heard. As she came closer. His face bloomed into smile. You are here,he said, without looking back.. But who am I? He smiled,closing his eyes.. My beloved..