August 2, 2018September 4, 2018 by Shiva Sharan The human condition Verses muse, romance Leave a comment She walks into the room, Innocent as a sweet, sweet flower, Sweet as the sweetest honeydew, Vulnerable as the most human. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
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