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Love needs shelter,
In the lonely cold night all I could hear was a loud voice which screamed out aloud.

Love is cold
Love cries
Love pants
Love is faint
Love shields tears
Love is scared
Love can see dark shadows.

All that the moonlight could see was that love needs a shelter
Love embraces the cold wind
Love is close to the moon light
Love is close to the starlight.

Love needs shelter, Love needs her voice to be heard.

Let's not think about ourselves only, let us give shelter to others through love in any little way we can afford.
#Nanatalk#
#Windofglory#

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