“This home is not yours, nor this earth! A breeze that caresses the orphan longings of the senses, like that of the softest music – so is life, a passing breeze! All I own is this moment! O night, do you see stars blinking hidden amidst the darkest clouds? O life, can you inhale the fragrance of unborn flowers dancing wet in the rain?” LifeInspirationalPreeth NambiarPreeth Nambiar PoetryPreethMusic In LifePassing Breeze Book:The Solitary Shores Source: The Solitary Shores