One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs , or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.
Cosmic.
Nocturnal.
Melomanie.
Natural.
Urbanely rural.
Wabi-sabi.
Ukiyo.
Inaayat.
Musafir.
If we ever stopped talking, send me a song.
When it comes to him , she runs out of ink .
She wouldn't even speak a word that'd interlink .
For something to be beautiful, it doesn’t have to be pretty.
A bitter ending is better than endless bitterness.
Invited by: Krish
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Day | Followers | Gain | % Gain |
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September 09, 2023 | 169 | -4 | -2.4% |
November 20, 2022 | 173 | -3 | -1.8% |
June 23, 2022 | 176 | -13 | -6.9% |
May 16, 2022 | 189 | -1 | -0.6% |
February 09, 2022 | 190 | -3 | -1.6% |
January 03, 2022 | 193 | -5 | -2.6% |
November 26, 2021 | 198 | -4 | -2.0% |
October 18, 2021 | 202 | -6 | -2.9% |
September 11, 2021 | 208 | +174 | +511.8% |