She was not guilty, she was not proud. She couldn’t shout, she couldn’t exclaim but her silence spoke louder than words. She was a painted beauty on the stones inside the dark caves.
Wait for the fiction here next week. Keep watching…
She was not guilty, she was not proud. She couldn’t shout, she couldn’t exclaim but her silence spoke louder than words. She was a painted beauty on the stones inside the dark caves.
Wait for the fiction here next week. Keep watching…
Sounds interesting.
You were poet now turning out a writer. Wish you all the best.