His
Wandering in the lonely alleys of braj; The girl had nothing but an undying urge. Gentle breeze cascaded past by as they whispered, She was his and others were a lie. - 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
Wandering in the lonely alleys of braj; The girl had nothing but an undying urge. Gentle breeze cascaded past by as they whispered, She was his and others were a lie. - 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.