Her words bled with emotions, dying to reach out that one guy who meant the world to her. His heart, cold as December mornings, failed to read it, sinking her feelings in the world of oblivion forever!
- Sheerin Naz.
Showing posts with label December. Show all posts
Showing posts with label December. Show all posts
Sunday, 6 December 2015
Tuesday, 1 December 2015
December! <3
The chilling wind springing the warm memoirs cuddled up in fog, December has a way of saying good bye with profoundness, taking its footprints towards a new chapter, a new life, collecting memories imprinted in the last few chapters with a hope of inking more awesomeness thatJanuary would bestow us with.
-© Sheerin Naz.
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