The moment I move on is often hidden by the mundane. Only after I have walked few miles, that I look back and realize what is left behind. A shadow, an echo of memories is what you have become. What comes after the judgement day?
Forgetfulness maybe.
Now when it rains, I relish every moment of it. Water will seep into me. That forever will be mine.
To see beauty is a bliss...to hold it, is Nirvana.
Forgetfulness maybe.
Now when it rains, I relish every moment of it. Water will seep into me. That forever will be mine.
To see beauty is a bliss...to hold it, is Nirvana.
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