Her Eyes... Are the most purest thing in the world, but they're written in a language Only the moon can understands, So if you want to read, You can read them in Moonlight 🌜🌕 - Unknown
A cup of tea... Rain drops falling onto... The window, cold wind, her memories and a pen alongside the diary... A beautiful poem was about to born... -------------------------------------------------------------------- Everytime someone praises my poems... I think, only if they could see her the way I do....