I thought the dead were those indifferent with exemption granted. In a world too small devoid of the resplendent warmth you receive on yours, she breathes, relying on the days
Tag: Hein Min Tun

Mist by Hein Min TunMist by Hein Min Tun
Hazily fused into the sea of clouds;individuality obscured amid the luridlight of the blue unfurling endless;selfhood, uniqueness, as if exiled from being, become defunct.Beautiful forms faint in hue succumbto oblivion in