Liberty, when it begins to take root,
Is a plant of rapid growth...
Saturday, 29 August 2015
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On your lap was my favorite place; A gentle Breeze swept my face, Your moussed wavy hair turned gold; Binding my soul into ...
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I see leaves tipping high, The green, nourishing and rich Caging the Rains with glance of snobbish Dripping down, little by ...

