May the dusk would never leave
May the stars would never flee chasing down the gloom
May the roads would never elude
May the footprints would never be lost in the meadows
May the lonely shadows would never come after
May the shrunken whiff would never tumble on the shoulders
May the sinking dusk would never have listened to the untold tales
May the night would never have witnessed the murder of the fantasies
May the cold breath would never escape the warmth of the seductive quilt
May the chaos would never stop us from running after the moment called LIFE

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Perhaps he who houses everyone in them, can't even afford one room in others

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May Love never gets sick of chasing life

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Perhaps some people fits well in memories rather than in reality

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May your Diya never get run out of light

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Maybe people are like canvas
No matter how much paint you have thrown,
A sense of inadequacy always takes over

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Living becomes quite hilarious when you find most people end up sitting around the table that no longer invites them

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Even the sin never forgets the sinner

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Never knew the breeze would felt so sweet even after you had left

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Life could be amazing if you no longer feel the need to add extra spice to your dish even after tasting others

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