By: Adreyo Sen When this house no longer is, its garden will still persist, freed from walls that sought to imprison its mysteries. In the shade of weeping trees, wild roses and wine-red leaves will charm the sky to pliancy, serenaded…
By: Adreyo Sen When this house no longer is, its garden will still persist, freed from walls that sought to imprison its mysteries. In the shade of weeping trees, wild roses and wine-red leaves will charm the sky to pliancy, serenaded…