The vast white yet to be fully discovered, was all we could see. Hand…
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Love Poetry
Tender arms holding her precious joy A tattered cloth bag, Laila called it her…
Open your hands Glide softly into the days of love
It was the first day of Spring. Glowing sun, Bees humming and Birds Chirping.
I was alone, Struggling with my present, future and past Suddenly the theater called…