WHEN THE WORLD WAS STILL A DREAM - WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES
Before the sun, that ardent rival, dared to steal the dawn, she poured her heart onto the page. These were her stolen moments, when the world was still a dream, and her soul, unburdened, could sing. The ink, a dark, shimmering river, carried the reflections of her deepest desires, her most tender affections. She crafted verses that bloomed with the very essence of romance, painting portraits of hidden gardens where lovers' secrets lingered, and of daisies, their petals blushing with a passion akin to her own. She imagined the Zephyr, a sighing paramour, carrying her words, each a whispered caress, to the waiting flowers. Her poetry, a love letter to the world, was a testament to the beauty of stolen moments and the enduring power of a heart set ablaze by romance.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELIĀ
