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وہ Not the blossoming of songs, nor the adornments of music..I am a fragment of sound rebounding, you are the walls impounding my echoes... Last night your memory stole into my heart - as spring sweeps uninvited into barren gardens - as morning breezes reinvigorate dormant deserts . .... What words of mine can describe you, desire of the nightingales heart? The morning breeze was your nativity..the afternoon garden, a tray of perfumes.. Maheene wasal kai urte jaate hain ghariyon ki surat meh, Magar ghariyan judai ki guzarti hain maheeno meh... Tonight the watery mirror of stars appears, while night blooming flowers gather where beauty rests.. She who knows my desire is speaking, or at least her lips have recently moved me... If I could reach the stars, pull one down for you, shine it on my heart..so you could see the truth, that this love I have inside, is everything it seems... Lovers will meet in dreams , where they can play all night... Woh ★♡ ☆♥ x x
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 03:10:51 +0000

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