
he book was written in fragments, some at midnight, some while walking, some in silence, and some in sorrow. But all of them, sincerely. It is a story of love. A story of seasons. It is not just a collection of poems; it is a map of my heart at different seasons of life...

he book was written in fragments, some at midnight, some while walking, some in silence, and some in sorrow. But all of them, sincerely. It is a story of love. A story of seasons. It is not just a collection of poems; it is a map of my heart at different seasons of life...