Flowers have always been a surprise...
How dashing they look inspite of the poor environmental circumstances they are actually...
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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 ... -
Seeing you across the hall, like a dream Your memories still playing hide and seek It does make me smile, After all th...
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