[Cute E$hal]

A Dream


As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;
And seeing it asleep, so fled away,
Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;
But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.

 

[Dashing Ahsan]

niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

 

[Zara_Ansu]

waH niCe One..

 

[SHAYAN]

nyx....

 

[FAJAAN]

nyce .......

 

[!«╬Ĵamil Malik╬«!]

very nyc

 

[Miss Amplifier]

Nice pic