<<Love for me is that melody that is difficult to find, like a note that a beginner does not crush because, since its sound is unknown to him, he is afraid of making a mistake; like that summer breeze that brings a bit of freshness on sultry days. For me, love is like a fragrant rose that with its beauty makes the person who wants to pluck it forget about its thorns. Love is like an art that, if given to an ignorant on the subject, is despised; but if given to an artist or an art lover, its value will be immediately recognized. It manages to cover a lot of defects, that even photoshop can't cover it; and shows us everything with totally different eyes: the blue of the sky seems brighter, the stars seem brighter and even the moon seems to shine by itself. It is true sometimes it makes us dream so much that it makes us forget the reality of the facts and this often leads to disappointments ... But are these disappointments so great that they prevent us from breathing this breath of life? If the answer is yes, maybe ... It's not love that's not enough for us, maybe it's us who don't deserve her in the end.>>
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Casket of thoughts💭
कविताIn this book i let my mind say what it thinks; even if it could sound like philosophic or poetic or just stupid. I mean if you don't have another better things to do... why don't read this? P.S This is not my first language so maybe i will do some g...
