QUERIDA’S QUEST


I'm the parched soul searching my oasis,Amidst the beige-shaded desert,Unaware of the truths and lies of life. Perhaps the elixirs being infront of me,Perhaps I'm blind to warming panacea,Then why I'm the parched soul searching my oasis? Fetch me philtre to sow love in me,Perhaps I'm not for lustful brews,Being unaware of the truths and… Continue reading QUERIDA’S QUEST