Abhilasha Mishra
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A divine love is beautiful
Love is very virtuous
Love's eyes pure sacred
Love's mind more holistic
Love's thinking always divine
So the love is beautiful and precious gift for humanity
The Divine Lo...
Oh! God
The deity smiles within the alabaster fane The deity smiles within the alabaster fane
I am done being manipulated I am done being manipulated
Love, Care and Compassion Love, Care and Compassion
Avalanche of emotions Avalanche of emotions
Autumn the leaves are falling down Autumn the leaves are falling down
In a world of haste and endless strife, Amidst the chaos, the simple joys of life, In a world of haste and endless strife, Amidst the chaos, the simple joys of ...
Maybe you will come after my death. Maybe you will come after my death.
High up in the air it was, that night; Blossoms of cherry nearly touched the mauve river... What ... High up in the air it was, that night; Blossoms of cherry nearly touched the ...
Loved ones departed, their spirits near, Their laughter in our hearts, so dear. Loved ones departed, their spirits near, Their laughter in our hearts, so dea...
Cheers to life, and to the new you! Cheers to life, and to the new you!
started reading to escape the drudgery of reality. started writing to halt the abyss started reading to escape the drudgery of reality. started writing to halt th...
With each step of the graceful dance, We celebrate the fulfilment of a chance. With each step of the graceful dance, We celebrate the fulfilment of a chance.
Bright new morning Bright new morning
You are the name I give to the sunrays kissing my eyes. You are the name I give to the sunrays kissing my eyes.
there's always something nostalgic about empty spaces— there's always something nostalgic about empty spaces—
My thoughts wander to memories of old, Days gone by and stories untold. My thoughts wander to memories of old, Days gone by and stories untold.
Now that's what you call life Now that's what you call life
In sepia tones and faded grace, We wander back to that sacred place, In sepia tones and faded grace, We wander back to that sacred place,
Why do we seek Plato? Why do we seek Plato?
How gently you hug the layer of fog! How gently you hug the layer of fog!
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