𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕦𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀'𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤..
 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕞 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀'𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥..

Shwetha

🥽🥼

Called Otherland
From old green hills
Pray kept or creeping
Or keeping still 
Oh so the worry
More so the ought
Tender and hurried
Also the knot
Away on skyline
Up close unwaiving
Flounced in the grey 
Fraught from saying
Better to die me
Bitter the notion
Across Otherland
To answer oceans