Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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it is completely true.
ReplyDeletelaw of attraction.
No. It is not true. But wait, let us see...I think you are not to blame.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is apt.
Thanks for your comments.
ReplyDeleteI personally think that its both true and not true. At the end of the day its either or both that are to blame.
good luck with your beautiful blog,
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