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Na manam, na manam yara! Marg anjaam da hastay na de.
Khlasidal sharab pa jaam ke, ikhtitaam da mastay ne de.
Nah! I dont believe, i dont agree with it, death is not the end of existence.
Finishing up a cup of wine, is not the end of joy.
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Poetry: malghalari by pashtoscoop
....Not Quite Right.
© Assorted Artists
|| Coming cold, the Winter whispers of dark secrets in the night. The haze of ice and snow crystalises the moth's wings in the chilled air. All is quiet as the world prepares itself to sleep. A day, a week, a month.... Until the first kiss of Spring. And I remember you. ||
| Whoever decided the birds are free? |
| There's something about the end of Autumn. About coming home to the scent of sandalwood and cinnamon. There's gentle music in the background and the air is crisp and cool. The sunlight fades faster in the evenings. The nights linger longer like the kiss of a loved one. And walks down the leaf littered path remind me of you. |
Tea Sets | Teapots, Cups and Saucers | Fresh Biscuits | Strawberry Jam | Fresh cut flowers | A friend's laughter | Long train rides | Glittering lavender afternoons | Wagging Dog tails | Hot tea on a cold morning
Gentle Music | Warm Jackets | Golden Leaves | Bird Song | The Seaside | Daydreaming | Handwritten Notes | Fire and Candle Light | Warm Cafes | Your Favourite Coffee
Sunny Mornings | Jasmine Flowers | New Books | New Pens | Warm Smiles | Hugging Dogs and Cats | Brisk Walks | Long Phone Conversations | Tender Hugs | Favourite Cup and Teapot | Freshly Brewed Tea