But really, your wings and your wings colors make you brighter and sharper. Sweeter though you are tiny creature, but you are really the fairy tale of this spring season. And the garden is purely sprinkling. The wings, the love by your wings. Thank you. This is the imagination poetry composed by me today itself. In like two three minutes only. I just wrote a piece of paper
Prabha Iyer
@PSPV · 3:00
You. Hello, ma'am. This is Brahma here. So the topic that you swelled upon Madam Butterfly and you said that you have written within three minutes and you just wrote it just like that and you swelled. But whenever you write like that, only the peace of mind becomes master of art. The reason? Because when you keep thinking and you try to articulate words, sometimes it goops up. But on the spot, when it's a kind of extremporay