Poetry 118

No matter how busy these eyes are, Your image would never fade from them. No matter how busy these hands are, They would never leave yours ever. No matter how busy these legs are, They would never stop standing with you. No matter how busy this mind is, It would…

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Poetry 86

It does not matter how many minutes a day we speak, But the few words of care does. It does not matter how many jokes we laughed at, But the few smiling moments does. It does not matter how many long journeys we had, But the few steps of walking…

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