Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.
My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.
The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.
I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.
The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories.
(Kathleen Sheppard)
There's this little thing called friendship.
I experience it every day,
And I wil
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
yahi sahi waqt hai, deshbhaton ke jagne kaa
desh ke liy iske jine-marne kaa
yahi
still hold the most space in our hearts.
And then I realized
that to be
more alive
I had to
be less
<Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
मैं जिसमें चुन -चुन कर कदम रखती हूँ,
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