M. anita sharma
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Looking at the butterfly,
Flitting about,
As carefree as can be!
My heart craved to do the same,
How I wished it was me!
Tell me
Dilemma!
Secrets
Finally
A Promise
Life goes on!
Craving
The Call
The Power Of ...
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
nice.. nice..
Lovely... Lovely...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Very nice... Very nice...
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
He doesn't want to dive deep anymore... He doesn't want to dive deep anymore...
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode, I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode,
Always live with your colour... Always live with your colour...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
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