My Dream


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

MY dream, a vagabond,
Hovering in endless woe;
Wings tattered like a cloth,
Searching for the color of joy.
My dream, a vagabond,
With a long to taste azure topazes in the sky.

-Tri N Tran

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KYA YEH ZARURI HAI

क्या यह जरूरी है कि मेरे हाथों में

Changing The Past

The past is the past for a reason.

That is where it is supposed to stay,

But some

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The Reasons I Love

Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,

When I see you wal

To My Kindred Spirit

We share secrets, we laugh and even cry,

We have so much in common,

Concern

The Miracle

There is a majestic quality
In everyone for all to see.
Some keep it hidden, some nev

The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think

I'll Be There

I'll be there for you no matter what.

I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba

I still Love You

In all the world there is

 

no heart for me like yours.

 

Why Mother is so special?
When I came home in the rain, Brother asked why you didn’t take an umbrella. Sister advise

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