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Among so many, Exposed, but so unseen, Loudness of their quietude, Is shrouded in seclusion. The solitude confess of him. He too, conveys of sh..

Climb, Never look back. Discover, Don't become. Brave, Don't hide. Wise, Not dogmatic. Honest, Don't sham. Righteous, Not naive...

I've come across And when I've looked I've seen the you. Amazing you. But then, when I approached, And when you spoke, I've seen that you..,..

I thought I need a you, The light that shines with us, I've so believed It couldn't be without. But then I've looked And I've got found That..

Some are born for lumber, Some are farmers, Others are healing, or engineering, Mothers and fathers many are, too. Long life or short ones, We ..

It should be a normal day, Sunshines were embracing the view, And everything seems so vivid. But then inside, A bunch of thoughts.., Were making..

Only when, In the epidermal depths, Humanity's vision is blurred And buds of love are killed, For a perpetual carnal love. Only when, Temples ..

This little angel is sitting in a room of glass. It doesn't fly, It doesn't know it can. This little candle is sitting next to angel's room. It ..

Hey, shush, shush for a moment. I want you to meet someone. Listen! ... Did you hear? … Just listen.. It's the soundless sound. It's l..

..is to lie in a dream. You can't! You're just dreaming a lie.