*''In spite of apprehending every detail of you in each poetry;
Keep pretending to tell countless lies on you.
Serendipity has guided me gently to your gravity.
Is it a probability or a fantasy?
You seem real, in the place you don't exist.''*
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
*''In spite of apprehending every detail of you in each poetry;
Keep pretending to tell countless lies on you.
Serendipity has guided me gently to your gravity.
Is it a probability or a fantasy?
You seem real, in the place you don't exist.''*
'you can be sensible to describe her fascination in each word as a poet,
but you can never understand its beauty as a man.''
