Panchatatva: The Song of Nature

i) (FIRE) Of warm soot that sets the bed of your passing, of the celerity of your crackling stride — of your sauntering footsteps synchronised with every heartbeat you touch. The crimson that melts into the orange, the caress that sets ablaze an entire kingdom; I call for thee in Continue Reading

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