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When every moment spent with you becomes a memory and floats on the black and white mental canvas, The wonder of the illusion of enchantment strikes the corner of the lips as the seven-coloured eyes of the rainbow appear in the colour fair of thousands of stars! The angry glances of your eyes repeatedly measure […]
I gave wings to some dreams; They started flying in the open sky, To get the shadow of the clouds! Sometimes the gathering of stars will adorn; And, will begin to grow in the cradles of soft air. My empty dreams started playing with colours— I wish to weave a new place with threads of
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