Himalayan mountains whisper their almost zero degree breeze, the choral of crickets sings their nightly lullaby, the rare blue blood moon leaks its silent yet shining beams, under layers of thick fabric, behind the speechless, wooden door, we set the frozen world on fire. — 03.13.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In response […]
