She still maintained her disposition taciturn..
.. we are all trapped in a maze called destiny
.. it might be that our reality is mocked by our dreams
Life is not short, we just start late..
Often have I wondered about us meeting again..
There was a boy named Tango..
Every fibre of which is intended by the divine..
Timeout your brain & let the feelings talk..
As any man-made painting is no match to the aurora borealis..
How can I forget those 2 eyes mesmerism..