by Ritika Insta: ehsans_err1585
Those aloof walks on that Lonely Road
With yellow autumn leaves
Shivering from soothing cold wind
Dropped like the heavens luxury
As I walked down that Lonely street
Filling the path yellow, With silent crumbles
As I stepped them, Hurting them probably.
But it won't complain.
Those lovely gifts Kept smiling.
Joy is what I feel. Though Solitary. But bliss is what I feel.