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Love is like a flower garden. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of tropics, we lavished in a love without fear of boundaries and distance. You open new doors for a blind man living for nothing and trying to find a quick death on a futile road leading to no-were.… Read more
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The waltz of the flowers. “He prayeth best, who loveth best. All things both great and small; for the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge…. The long Winter made us wish for dear April. The agony of the cold days, snow and icy days made us… Read more
