How many more Sundays, my love, will I live I'm counting the weeks, one by one, praising Sundays, one by one, Praising you, breath by breath Worshiping life Singing my last song   till my final expiration and reunion with you like vapour...

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Pain has the potential to transport you to a place of intense joy and peace And when you look back, you realize how worthwhile it was as you find yourself in the sweet spot of happiness for...

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Wrinkles on a face. Are they simply age lines? No, they are rather story lines. Our unique lines, they tell our own unique stories. Are we proud of them? or are we scared  of them?   Would we rather erase them, pretending time...

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Dreaming and believing in the fairy tale.

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The death of a child is the fatal blow to a mother's heart. It will either kill her or resurrect her.   That choice is to be made everyday. Or is it? Perhaps we are all meant to...

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