
With my head held high, I choose to bloom my desire,
For my roots are now tough, within me is my blazing fire. “
Simi
Through the lens of Jayati

With my head held high, I choose to bloom my desire,
For my roots are now tough, within me is my blazing fire. “
Simi
Through the lens of Jayati

The mystical pod broke open and the feathery angels appeared floating in the breeze,
My golden beast smiled at me magnanimously, “Now you can have many of me with great ease! “… “
Simi
