Second
The Unsaid
“That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way after us.”--Goethe
Of a drop of rain,
From its birth to the-
Destiny with the earth;
It just glides down,
Without a word.
Comments
nice lines :)
Even a drop of rain conceals something.