If love comes and it comes close,
When you are tired and hopeless and numb,
The skies the shade of grey,
And winds that fumble of a sound low,
Hold it and hold it tight,
Like the will of a fighting gazelle,
What if it slips away,
Can love finds its way?
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How have you been? How’s work? Long time no see
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Hanji. There’s this big committee coming up of Parliamentary MPs and I am in team who has to spend the next three days with them. So heck busy
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You just disappeared. Puff…That’s big news….somebody is getting famous in job! Wow! All the best!🤩
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Hanji. Voh yaar lots of things going currently. Phir kabhi btaunga. Thank you so much 😇😇
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“Can love find its way?” I certainly hope so! 🙂
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I agree.
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Of course it can…. what are you thinking… Good to see you writing again.. but you have to visit those that love you to find out 😂😂😂
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