The sun when hides its face behind the clouds,
and reflects back all its radiations of hate,
to the nature.
The wind when becomes static and silently watches
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We poets hope for such a day when there is war nor conflict, but when there is so much mistrust all around and wasted intesrtys abound... well hope is eternal.
Dear Love come, come to me it's fresh bloom Rose it's for you please take it, take it cordially don't be late to take it will fade if you found it faded away look at my heart there are many flowers which are always fresh bloom here love is for you born eternally yeah whenever you come always can enter free.......////
Sweetheart! It may be a poetic dream, but a love song, don't insert fingers in ears you'll have to listen to the song../// beautiful loving poem, I love it
u say sun hides I say clouds hide him out of jealousy who will look at em JA JI