#strained
3 poems
- AutumnMo'iz Qutbi · 1 min read · 164 readsYet again as the sun sets, I admire the brilliant red the sky gets.Abstract
- The PianoMeghna Banerjee · 1 min read · 311 readsOld medicine bottles and blood stained hankies were the only objects that I left behind.Abstract
- Silky Rain - StrainCHAITHANYA - R.S · 1 min read · 166 readsRain, rain and stay strained!Fantasy
