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Last published Wed, Oct 29, 2025
There is always a story behind
Each and every instinct.
That reminds us with a story of some kind,
Familiar, yet distinct.
It moves on its own way - as it is.
At one point, we get tired,
At a time, we just let go,
And sometimes, Our hope just fades away,
Being disappointed moaning around
All day along !
Yet those are the stories ...
The stories that are majestic,
worth - telling and gets us inspired,
That makes us fall in love,
Those stories, that are short yet burns like fire -
Sweet yet prolonging in echoes of the dawn ...
And at last ...
All we do is to live in the moment.
Just like that .... Enduring the way it is,
With hope and honesty,
Perseverance in our heart,
Cherishing the memories
Of togetherness
Of the ones we love!
This is one of a kind of "Be mine, you are mine, let's be us forever " story. With pure adoration and zeal, wrapped in a calm zest of serenity, sheltered under a dome of chastity, with delightful encounters and resilient theme running through it - old fears, facing down the terrors of thunders and lightings, circling around. But at last, it all leads to togetherness.
This is the story of a prince and his girl - a memory laced with love.
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