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Originally posted by: WaqtZaya
shin boli she can't come coz we bash her favourite chubby cheeks Prerna ššš and you are so Negative ššš
Blues is fine busy with her restuarant.
Main kabhi prerna ko bash nei karti š”
i am not negative š”
Blue ka beta kaisa hai š
Originally posted by: WaqtZaya
š AT title rula raha hai mereko ššššš
Echo
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again thoā cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
šš
blue ka beta bahut zyada cute hai š¤š¤š¤š¤Originally posted by: opsora2090
Main kabhi prerna ko bash nei karti š”
i am not negative š”
Blue ka beta kaisa hai š
this poem is one of my favourite poems. But Mrs Browning takes my heart awayOriginally posted by: Wistfulness
Echo
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again thoā cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
šš
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