When you’re in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
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watching the series… at a stretch
My Poem
Life is an adventure… where a thousand friends you meet And each friend gestures Paths that you can tread Alas! My friend, think and act Coz false friends are plenty Who tries to extract… Your innocence and sensibility But, I, my friend, am, One in a thousand Who will alwayz lend A supportive & helping… Continue reading My Poem