And the love didn’t have boundaries, eyes drowned in eyes, hand tangled in love, and it didn’t matter how many proses were written how many ballads were sung, love always remained fresh like fragrance of jasmine in morning fresh air and by every passing moment it grew deeper and deeper reaching the epitome in the horizon somewhere in the top spoken through her silence and express through my words
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Just perfect. Love is.
Thank you so much my friend
Hey Bo. I am not able to view your site.
How come?
Can you paste your url here
Sure. Catch:
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Same message. It says your site is private
Well, it is but you had access before. Can you ask it again?
Ok. I will
You know I realized I was logged out. You are all good now. 😊
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What a lovely poem! Well done!
Thanks so much. Much appreciate it