Abir waves washed upon the back of my hand, and I |

Abir waves washed upon the back of my hand, and I took the raga to heart Like a tainted brush that could not forget wonderland, and I took the raga to heart Once I cried pages of pictureless seabeds with luna raids upon my brows Those blotted tears buried in muffles,covered with immortalised buds, and I took the raga to heart Behest let loose, zephyrs of love swept upon my shoad Beheart, captivated shayari kneaded fumbled roots of my ombre restlessness fanned, and I took the raga to heart The weather mused too much of what I know, a pellet in a scarlet bucket Of folded letters in a bottle, intimately handmade, and I took the raga to heart Love's a fanciful whirlpool I got you for valentines day darling I remember that ole sapphire I left wishes under, dreams came true, and I took the raga to heart.. OPEN FOR COLLAB 😁 #ATseabg • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! 💚 Collab on this beautiful bg with your soulful words. 😁 • Multiple collabs are allowed. • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts

Abir waves washed upon the back of my hand, and I

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