Author: Sanaa

Once after every fortnight, while I reason, in shades of white, over queries […]
I remember the sky back then as sun grew generous pouring out rays […]
For one that’s yet to come I often picture         […]
I can see you, your sorrow               […]
I watch as they remain unflinching kissed by the hail and snow what […]
and just like that I was swept away       as sugar […]