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Even if the sky changes its colour, With an idle world anew, The water starts owning hue, And the birds stop singing, don’t you..

Rickshaw though born in Japan, The land of the rising sun, Reaches many nations, Aiming to extend beauty and offer, for the poor, opt..

Heart everyone has one, But your one is compared to none, Its beauty touches all, Anyone can hardly avoid its call. Why doesn&..

Why do I feel alone? When I, like Emily Dickinson, am not on my own, I can find myself amid others, Hearing the words, receiving smil..

I hate it most and can’t tolerate the least, When people intentionally and by chance mispronounce, The name of the greatest dramatist..

It’s damn hard to escape from memories, Those that make us smile and cry as well, Still, they keep playing hide and seek adding var..

Beauty lives safely in one place, Her eyes are the address, So beautiful they are to look at, Reminding us of Elizabeth Bennet. O..

In the core of history I must engrave this, Your voice is the song, That keeps dragging me, the sound I can’t miss, It guarantees ..

I can proudly say, A paradise spreads its ray, Each time you like Vinci’s Mona Lisa smile on, All my sadness is bound to be gone. ..

Let me hold you in my arms, Let me feel the tender edges, Pacify my keen ears with the sound of your charms, Let me make your lips wet w..