A hot cup of black coffee Molecules inherent of your memories, I drink the drops alone, Full of you. Do you remember that warm evening? After espresso we were departing,
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Posted on September 13, 2011 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
The sun it rises and it sets In my prison all is dark !(Lower Depths, Maxim Gorky) Dear Friend, It has been long that I wrote you. Most of time mood swings and while I try to write something to you, I end up doing something else. The post Beijing days have been really very [...]
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Posted on September 11, 2011 by Sweta Gyanu Baniya
You were always magical. You spoke magically. Your eyes were magical. Every word of yours was such that it created a sensation in me. I loved( still cherish) everything about you. Sometimes I wonder do you remember me a bit? You seldom do that. Love is freedom. I gifted you that freedom a long time [...]
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