
A sky had been living in my chest,
It barely remembered how to rest.
It rained every night,
Drowned hope out of sight,
Now gardens break through from my mess.
- Neha Sharma

A sky had been living in my chest,
It barely remembered how to rest.
It rained every night,
Drowned hope out of sight,
Now gardens break through from my mess.
- Neha Sharma
the flowers blooming in this messy garden will always smell the sweetest – it would be define you… the sweetest, awesomest Neha
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