Shrutis: the revealing science of God can be seen as an ever-opening flower. In which simple truths emerge examining the complexities and magic of the past.
Saw my reflection, covered in glass. How it reminds me of you. Broken like a vision, an unfinished season. Terror had struck me, but all I could see is your soft skin.
Saw my reflection, covered in glass. How it reminds me of you. Broken like a vision, an unfinished season. Terror had struck me, but all I could see is your soft skin.