ലൈബ്രറി
പ്രൊഫൈൽ
For While
For While
1 min
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In discrete rank lines
What the soul feels and
In the multiple waits and utopias
That speed up the pace of life
Disturbing the peace of a heart
How anxious melts in emotion
The secret however lies
In what the lips do not speak,
For only the soul feels and radiates
If joy or sadness is part of the day
As thoughts fly beyond you
While there is still light in that look,
While we are not forbidden to dream
