Time is sleeping.
Sand will be the last thing remaining,
Sand that covers planets,
Reflected moonbeams in the sand.
Sand is crumbled mountains and the remains of all that existed.
Sand is soft and white, kissing your foot like clean water.
There is a precise total for all the grains of sand on earth,
As well as for the starry worlds above our heads
(supposedly the same for each, if only we knew it),
But it’s more important to know that the grains of sand
Grow constantly in number and the deserts are getting bigger
And the stars are biding their time.
(Peter Waters)
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
There are moments in our life we'll always treasure.
Tiny fragments from our past, rememb
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
सिर्फ उजाला ही पाया है,आँखों की पट्टी
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
