The freshness in the air and the sunlight at dawn, after a hard cold night.
The colours of flowers and the cent of the new rain. The blue skies and the clear, green meadows.
The chirp of the sparrows in the willow along the bubbling brook. The smell of coffeee and the newness of the morning.
The wakeful nights and the dreams of tomorrow, the ripples of uneasiness and the doubts of actions.
Hopes, dreams, aspirations.
What I may miss and what I will lose.
Will it be the same or will life go on, when you are gone.
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Very touchy....Life does go on..what changes is ur perspective.
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bus nazzariya badal jaata hai.
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