Visakhapatnam- Home to a lonely heart

A sky so Blue with a cerulean hue, I look out my window as time passes through. An aircraft just flew by, Cotton trail on October sky. Is it going to my home? To the people I knew? I wondered on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Green parrots on swaying branches, Some rooster called a few, […]

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