On my way to Pune
Why love explodes me?
Why love diverts me?
Why love melts me?
Why love wants me to love?
Why I want to love all?
Why, Why, Why?
~ Dawn
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9 comments:
interesting questions.
wow.
perfect sentiments.
Its hard/impossible to get an answer in the universal language, called Love :)
that's sweet confirmation.
Thank you All for your kind responses and appreciation.
Cheers
Dawn
amazing sentiments.
cute imagery,
wow.
Thank you LInda for coming here and reading and expressing your feedback.
Dawn
Thank you Christopher... appreciate your comment.
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