lucrative life of a lady.
How I love the beauty that is this season
Poem of longing and unrequited love.
A short poem about another unearthly beauty trapped by a sick, sick poet.
When I grasp the unfurling beauty of thyself. Thyself there are nay not enough words to describe thy beauty
Looking to a hidden figure, silhouetted with the shadow of mystery.
The story tells about a specific dress that this girl wants.
Source: Himanshu Bengani https://www.quora.com/profile/Himanshu-Bengani-6