During the vacant hours, of a drowsy summer afternoon…. I dawdle at the foot of a woody hill, with a brook running close by, a formidable birch tree growing at one end of it…….. The birds chirp continually, but a still deadly silence prevails all around me….
I look at the distant hills, preoccupied with some anguished thoughts…. I know ‘it’s all over’…….. With “him”…….
But I still continue to sway in his magic’s…. That hold a spell over my mind, causing me to trod in a constant reverie always……
“Living, after getting ruined”……is a fact which has enlightened me with a ‘truth’…… THAT
Both ‘life’ and ‘love’ can ruin anybody more acutely than ‘death’……
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Thanks… ☺
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Outstanding….
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Thank u soooooo much shivam….
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This is so beautiful❤
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Thank u….. ☺
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Both ‘life’ and ‘love’ can ruin anybody more acutely than ‘death’…
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That’s correct….. ☺
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This sentence has kept me pondering for a long time. So we’ll said.
👌😊😊😯
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Thank u….. ☺
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You are welcome dear 😊😊😊😆
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What an awesome post, but truth is always bitter 🙂
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I love the picture you describe so easily with your words in every single post. Amazing! This post is so beautiful too!
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Thank u …🙂🤗☺😚
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