I am writing to you...
Me? I am writing to you It is a very spiritual season and like a heart is flying in the sky with birds. A cold wind is blowing and it is as if after months there is a feeling of finer relaxation. I am watching the wave of a tree. High, gazing and a sudden light rain of rain has also destroyed the remaining depression in some corner of the heart. Every single drop touching the body is dissolving inside like a story whose characters are swinging with joy. The fragrance of the soil is smelling everything in its beauty and it seems like morning, day, afternoon everything is just an 'evening'. Seeing the evening, we lose ourselves, we say something. As soon as you start flying from the sky or on yourself, there is a feeling of emotion, thought and romanticism. We say everything that we thought we would never be able to say. But a picture full of colors which in itself has thousands of faces. Who has innumerable feelings in himself, has emotion, whose everyday i
