She took a photograph.
In a lonely world, you are my crowd.Yet the crowd indoctrinates.And the aloofness leaves me alone.
She was a princess,sitting by the tithe barn,counting the cracks in the walls,of the Warwick castle.
They set on you:The sun, the hopes.The moon, and neuroses.And the rise follows.
Picture by Vishal on October 6, 2023
To turn something into something beautiful,you need a little bit of patience,you need a little bit of trust.