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Babies, that’s what we are naturally. No matter how old and proud, we are just babies. From whom we call Abba in daily. Now, tell m..

It might sound so arrogant if, I say, that I am a victim of my younger age, my beautiful looks, my lovely heart. Or it is a reality t..

Running and flying were loving When you see a butterfly teasing Or there’s someone accompanying In catching all the memory from rising ..

Can we stop from loving..? Stories are told with tears and smiles. God pours us with love without ending. There’s always a day fill..

Life, who could predict it..?

Love comes in many faces to me, one in a face of my beloved cool male pug, Luv.

Easily joyfulDripping, dropping, drowningThe rainIt singsIt poursIt always wetsIt still laughsThe rainEasily Joyful

This poem is dedicated to my beloved cool male pug, Luv. He will be 10 y.o. on May 1st this year.

Once upon a time, love called me, he called me tenderly, as the breeze on the beach, amusing me. I still remember how it blinded me, u..

We have lost so many lost Yet, some of us don’t get it How some of us have enough of it! Still, some of us plan for another lost Can..