My name is Kiran,
I define nothing.
not beauty,
not patriotism,
not love,
not friendship,
not youth.
In the form of singularity and awkwardness..
I take each thing as it is,
without prior rules about what it should be.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The Book of Love
Chagrin... the darkest shade of the word. Eyes are darkened and lips are flushed with colour. Not a one to appreciate the romance that winter has to offer in the face of a woman with a warm embrace.
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